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"is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well."
And just like that, I realized that my old scars never truly healed,
because they bled again at a single word.
Some people aren't good at asking for help, they're so used to being 'the helper.' Throughout their life they've experienced an unbalance give and take, so their instinct is usually "I'll figure it out on my own". The self-reliance is all they've ever known.
...and long after I have given up,
my heart still searches for you
without my permission...
 Apr 2020 Knowledge's Curse
imagine living in a world where
“beauty products”
were non-existent
where being
the fullest expression
of yourself
was beauty enough

imagine a world where
human beings were not
shamed for the size of their bellies
defined by their number of “followers”
or judged by the colour of their skin

imagine a world where
we simply accepted each other as
the beautifully imperfect beings
that we are
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
If you put sand
In a bucket of water
it settles at the bottom.

I'm not sandman,
But I'm at the bottom
In the lake
Of my tears.

Not settled
But drowned.
Sinking in the well. Not too well.
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