true-love
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I used to think “the one who got away” was just something guys said to sound deep at bars while holding a beer they weren’t even drinking. Then I met her. And suddenly every other woman felt like a group project where I did all the work and still got a C. She was the…
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Good morning, sweet day. We rise with one foot in front of the other, stepping out onto the ledge of yet another beginning. Someone once asked me if I ever grow weary of starting over. No, I told them. Better to begin again, even from the ashes, than to rot in places that no longer…
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We were once told to bend our heads and fold our hands, as if we were not the bearers of life itself. To obey without question. To swallow our own thoughts because they might trouble the air. To feel nothing, or at least to pretend we didn’t. We were made to feel small—irrelevant—a placeholder until…
