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I learned to be quiet. To be sure not to say a whole lot. To keep me voice down and not speak up. I learned the art of listening to those around me. Knowing how it feels to be ignored or feel like too much. No one ever questioned or thought it odd that I had not a single thing to say. Until you. You created space for me to be. Your eyes, they lit up when I would speak You looked at me with intention You listened with expectation As if everything I had to say was unlocking another piece of the mystery You handled me with care To you I was a fragile jar made of clay with lily's and magnolias delicately placed inside. You're the person I've been for everyone else for me.
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Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
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I learned to be quiet. To be sure not to say a whole lot. To keep me voice down and not speak up. I learned the art of listening to those around me. Knowing how it feels to be ignored or feel like too much. No one ever questioned or thought it odd that I had not a single thing to say. Until you. You created space for me to be. Your eyes, they lit up when I would speak You looked at me with intention You listened with expectation As if everything I had to say was unlocking another piece of the mystery You handled me with care To you I was a fragile jar made of clay with lily's and magnolias delicately placed inside. You're the person I've been for everyone else for me.
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F/Somewhere
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
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