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I've been told I’m beautiful, like it’s a fact I should memorize, but mind argues back and I believe the glass more I've been told I’m intelligent, yet I still choose wrong turns on purpose, because some lessons refuse to arrive unless you meet them face to face. I like my mistakes honest, felt in the body, not just understood. They cost a little—time, pride, certainty but they pay me back in clarity. They say, You should know better, as if knowing is the same as living, as if wisdom doesn’t come with scraped knees and bad decisions. Seems that she wants a piece of me my time, my softness, my hunger to feel and I don’t mind giving it, not when the price is learning who I am. Being wanted feels like warmth, like standing close to a fire, accepting the burn because heat means you’re alive. Maybe one day I’ll keep more of myself, choose carefully who earns access, but I won’t regret the lessons I paid for in small, survivable ways. Beauty doesn’t need witnesses. Intelligence survives mistakes. And I am allowed to learn loudly, if the cost is small and the life is mine.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
Falling over
I've been told I’m beautiful, like it’s a fact I should memorize, but mind argues back and I believe the glass more I've been told I’m intelligent, yet I still choose wrong turns on purpose, because some lessons refuse to arrive unless you meet them face to face. I like my mistakes honest, felt in the body, not just understood. They cost a little—time, pride, certainty but they pay me back in clarity. They say, You should know better, as if knowing is the same as living, as if wisdom doesn’t come with scraped knees and bad decisions. Seems that she wants a piece of me my time, my softness, my hunger to feel and I don’t mind giving it, not when the price is learning who I am. Being wanted feels like warmth, like standing close to a fire, accepting the burn because heat means you’re alive. Maybe one day I’ll keep more of myself, choose carefully who earns access, but I won’t regret the lessons I paid for in small, survivable ways. Beauty doesn’t need witnesses. Intelligence survives mistakes. And I am allowed to learn loudly, if the cost is small and the life is mine.
Thinking about stuff I guess
MeganH
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
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