poetry
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There it is, right in front of us: the fork that asks the simplest question with the hardest answer—one day, or day one? Either we keep circling the same worn-out orbit, or we plant both feet and start walking toward whatever redemption means for us. We wake up under the same sky, you and I,…
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Here we are again.You remember this space.The one where freedom and passion meet in a quiet, knowing embrace.The place that doesn’t demand anything from you—only that you be real. It feels like falling back in love with life.A gentle reintroduction to wonder.New foods that light up your senses. New destinations that whisper possibility. New faces…
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Home, take me home, we mumble under our breath—quietly, like a prayer we barely believe in anymore. What are we even asking for? Where is this home we keep chasing? It’s never where we thought it would be. It never looks like the picture we painted. Always a little out of reach. We speak of…
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Some things aren’t meant to be shared.Some truths are too raw, too holy. They stay locked inside—buried deep like treasure we’re too afraid to spend. Even when trust runs deep, there are sacred chambers inside the soul, untouched by anyone else’s hands. That quiet conversation we have with ourselves—it’s not for the world. It’s not…
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Things are not always what they seem to the blind eye.Illusions walk beside us cloaked in flesh.Wolves dress well these days—cashmere, silk, and sweet-smelling charm—But underneath? Fangs. Intent. A hunger not for food, but for your fall. You will lose something every time you level up. That’s not a warning—it’s a contract.Elevation demands sacrifice.The higher…
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Walking through this life with your head held high among the damaged and the wrecked, it’s easy to lose sight of what is right, of what is truly meant for you. The world is heavy with souls who bear their wounds like chains, afraid to heal, afraid to step forward into a new life with…
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The house is a whirlwind of chaos, flipped upside down and sideways, as the last remnants of this chapter are packed away. Boxes filled with a life once lived, now sorted through with frantic urgency. Old cards, dusty photographs, and forgotten trinkets emerge from the depths of drawers, resurfacing memories long buried. A name, once…
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It didn’t happen overnight. It was never meant to. Growth, power, and redemption don’t show up wrapped in a bow, placed gently at your feet. No, it was a series of events—twists, turns, setbacks, and revelations—that led me right back here. Back to the iron, the welded steel, the only place that has never turned…
