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I’m tired of carrying storms that were never meant to live inside me. So tonight, I let the rain fall out of my chest and wash the darkness from my soul. Take away the heavy thoughts that keep my heart awake at night, the memories that sting like broken glass, the fear that turns silence into pain. Teach me how to breathe again without sadness sitting on my lungs. Teach my heart to beat softly, without anger, regret, or doubt. May peace find me gently, like sunlight through a window after the longest winter. May healing grow in the places that hurt the most. And if my heart still trembles, let it tremble toward hope, toward love, toward becoming whole again. I do not want bitterness anymore. I do not want to drown in yesterday. I want a soul that feels light again, a mind that rests, a heart that forgives. So I release every negative thought into the wind tonight, and I pray that what returns to me is peace, clarity, and warmth. Little by little, I will become calm again. Little by little, I will become myself again.
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
Silent Storms
I’m tired of carrying storms that were never meant to live inside me. So tonight, I let the rain fall out of my chest and wash the darkness from my soul. Take away the heavy thoughts that keep my heart awake at night, the memories that sting like broken glass, the fear that turns silence into pain. Teach me how to breathe again without sadness sitting on my lungs. Teach my heart to beat softly, without anger, regret, or doubt. May peace find me gently, like sunlight through a window after the longest winter. May healing grow in the places that hurt the most. And if my heart still trembles, let it tremble toward hope, toward love, toward becoming whole again. I do not want bitterness anymore. I do not want to drown in yesterday. I want a soul that feels light again, a mind that rests, a heart that forgives. So I release every negative thought into the wind tonight, and I pray that what returns to me is peace, clarity, and warmth. Little by little, I will become calm again. Little by little, I will become myself again.
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nemesis_ptry
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
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