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I Don’t Trust Men With My Softness.
I fear being slowly misunderstood, fearing I’ll disappear silently into someone else’s world.
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Slow Motion Is Still Motion
I used to hate feeling stagnant. Like nothing in my life was really changing. I’d sit and look out the window at the sky, the busy people driving reckless like they’re late to something important, birds looking for their next meal or just gliding like they don’t have a care in the world. Everything always…
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Halfway Love
I love in halves. They see parts of me; I hold the rest back. I want them to know all of it, but I’m not sure I even know all of it myself. Sometimes closeness feels like falling, sometimes like disappearing. I can’t tell which it is until it’s gone. And so I stop mid-word.…
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The Pattern I Can’t See
I notice it again. The same endings, the same silence after the laughter, the same small betrayals that aren’t even theirs. Could it be me? Am I carrying the thread that unravels everything? I want to blame the universe. I want to blame them. But maybe I just sit here, tracing the invisible line, and…
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Echoes Between Enough
Could there be something wrong with me? Maybe it’s neither too much nor not enough—just space.
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Too Close, Too Far
I get close. I feel warmth curl around me like a flame I shouldn’t touch. Then I pull back. Not because I want to leave, but because leaving feels safer than burning. They lean in. I lean out. And the space between us hums with everything I can’t say, every word I swallowed before it…