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I’m stuck in my solitude, but maybe that’s where I’m meant to be. No fake smiles, no noise, no masks just me versus me. I replay my scars like reruns, wondering how many times I’ll fall for the same scene. People think strength means you never break, but strength is breaking and still showing up anyway. I light up and watch the smoke curl, it feels freer than me floating, rising, disappearing into the air while I stay heavy, chained to memories that won’t let me go. I miss voices I shouldn’t miss, I crave peace I’ve never known. My solitude holds me hostage, but it also teaches me about patience, about faith, about how empty can feel like rebirth if I sit with it long enough. I whisper prayers nobody hears, not even me sometimes. But I know God’s listening, because He gave me this silence, not to punish me, but to prepare me. And maybe this is just the in-between a pause, a lesson, a waiting room for the life I haven’t lived yet. So I sit with it, even when it hurts, even when it’s loud inside my head, because solitude might be the only place I finally learn who I am.
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Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
Stuck In My Solitude.
I’m stuck in my solitude, but maybe that’s where I’m meant to be. No fake smiles, no noise, no masks just me versus me. I replay my scars like reruns, wondering how many times I’ll fall for the same scene. People think strength means you never break, but strength is breaking and still showing up anyway. I light up and watch the smoke curl, it feels freer than me floating, rising, disappearing into the air while I stay heavy, chained to memories that won’t let me go. I miss voices I shouldn’t miss, I crave peace I’ve never known. My solitude holds me hostage, but it also teaches me about patience, about faith, about how empty can feel like rebirth if I sit with it long enough. I whisper prayers nobody hears, not even me sometimes. But I know God’s listening, because He gave me this silence, not to punish me, but to prepare me. And maybe this is just the in-between a pause, a lesson, a waiting room for the life I haven’t lived yet. So I sit with it, even when it hurts, even when it’s loud inside my head, because solitude might be the only place I finally learn who I am.
Lovelyann
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Lovelyann
29/F/Riverside ca
Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
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