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We've locked ourselves in rooms of steel created safe places designed like prison cells everyone says there is no way to escape without someone to call out our name and no way to be free without a light to guide us through the maze But it will always have to be our feet that takes us through this hell And our own eyes that will lead us well Relying on others to help you is wrong a delusion taught to you through poems, stories, and songs It will only be you and your willingness to heal But that does not mean you have to walk alone to break down all your seals Stop this searching for that 'one true love' the more you look the further your real goals will become to truly love another is to forgive and mend yourself because resenting your actions only hurts everyone else you do not love if you hurt and hate it will only be your hands that opens your heart's gate. True love takes work true love takes time it only comes across your heart when you work hard to be of sound mind But what would I know? I'm only sixteen what experience would I have gone through to really know what that love means?
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
This Love is Weak
We've locked ourselves in rooms of steel created safe places designed like prison cells everyone says there is no way to escape without someone to call out our name and no way to be free without a light to guide us through the maze But it will always have to be our feet that takes us through this hell And our own eyes that will lead us well Relying on others to help you is wrong a delusion taught to you through poems, stories, and songs It will only be you and your willingness to heal But that does not mean you have to walk alone to break down all your seals Stop this searching for that 'one true love' the more you look the further your real goals will become to truly love another is to forgive and mend yourself because resenting your actions only hurts everyone else you do not love if you hurt and hate it will only be your hands that opens your heart's gate. True love takes work true love takes time it only comes across your heart when you work hard to be of sound mind But what would I know? I'm only sixteen what experience would I have gone through to really know what that love means?
Be kind, be gentle, be the silent strength inside. Be a stream that leads to a river.
ashlyn-yoshida
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
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