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#The Hurt That Holds and Proves Me#
At my lowest,
I sit in silence
and bleed nothing but truth.
I peel pain open
like fruit with no skin
bitter, soft,
so achingly sweet.
I trace every crack in my chest
like ancient runes,
looking for the shape of love
in the wreckage.
And when I find it
trembling, ugly, beautiful
I see myself.
To feel this much
is a kind of holiness.
To ache for something
is to prove it mattered.
To shatter for love
is to live.
Even if life is chaos,
I still choose.
I still want.
And maybe thatβs enough
to want so deeply
that the wanting alone
makes me real.
#silent
#storms
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