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this house feels like a desert. sometimes i am surrounded by these four walls. sometimes i see a vault of emptiness. it isn’t darkness. i am not alone. for one cannot hide from grace. sometimes i hear my heartbeat, but i know beneath its rhythm it is only the echo of my sincere prayers and these bluebells remind me that i am still alive. you taught us how to be evergreen mom. if you knew that the same bluebells bloom with every breath you take you’d realize the only air they ever needed was yours.
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
i saw Kim reading a poem but she couldn't see me because i was writing it
this house feels like a desert. sometimes i am surrounded by these four walls. sometimes i see a vault of emptiness. it isn’t darkness. i am not alone. for one cannot hide from grace. sometimes i hear my heartbeat, but i know beneath its rhythm it is only the echo of my sincere prayers and these bluebells remind me that i am still alive. you taught us how to be evergreen mom. if you knew that the same bluebells bloom with every breath you take you’d realize the only air they ever needed was yours.
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
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