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the sheer diaphanous veil covered the bride's face she was suppressing tears not tears of joy but of sadness she had no choice in this marriage forced to don the white lacey dress slather on makeup and walk down the aisle and swear to marry a stranger and obey his every command
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Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
diaphanous
empathy something I struggle with I'm not heartless or lacking kindness I just don't know how to put myself in other's shoes I can't see their pain in their perspective I see it my way not theirs it's a struggle I want to be understanding but I just can't I wish I could be more empathetic but alas I'm just a misunderstood fool
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
empathy
I have logolepsy I love learning about all these new words expanding my vocabulary tenacious quiddity eclectic capricious psithurism
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May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
logolepsy
I could prate about how I feel about you for days until my words become redundant and repetitive I could prate endlessly about how I hate you or about how I love you or about how I don't know how I feel about you as undecided as my feelings are I could still prate about them
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May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
prate
tacenda is what I feel about you it's better left unfinished what could've been is not important we were never meant to be like I imagined my feelings are damaged tacenda
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May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC
tacenda
my love is tenacious once I fall in love the feeling is not quick to fade it clings to my heart and sinks its claws in my love is tenacious once I fall in love it hits me in the face like a ton of bricks my love is strong sometimes too strong where I love someone who does not deserve my affection
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May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
tenacious
he asked me if I was okay he thought I was acting lugubrious and didn't want me feeling down alone I poured my heart out to him and instead of being met with anger and disgust and defensiveness I got met with understanding and love and compassion this is how he is different this is how I know he won't hurt me not like the others
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
lugubrious
I used to hapless in my search my search for a healthy relationship but finally I hit the lottery with him my hapless search is no longer hapless I feel so lucky with him in my life
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
hapless
I used to gloze over my pain saying "I'm fine" or "I'm just tired" I used to hide away not wanting to let anyone in for the fear of judgement I no longer gloze over my pain I am honest if I'm feeling down it's very freeing that way my pain deserves to be open to heal a covered wound that never airs out will never heal
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
gloze
psithurism reaches my ears as I walk through the forest the rustling leaves are so peaceful the sun shines through the branches wildflowers sway in the breeze birds chirp in the distance a lazy river gurgles next me
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
psithurism
SHHHHHHH! Silence conveys Society Plays' Rebellious oppositions' taking position. Disposition Could you listen? Defensive? No Chanting No Raving All the labels keep us Phrased in moments of wonder for sure, a bit fazed. Cured by clouds of HAZE influenced by the world Touché
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Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Tethered
Gadiaseite ~ gad-EEE-ah-site ~ NOUN Definition: The great abyss of the empty page, a wishing well with churning waters so deep you can't see the bottom—only the shimmer of coins shine through, entwined with the efforts of past attempts—you can recover the wishes but only if you hold your breath and dive into the unknown waters. Etymology: Derived from the Latin word Gaida meaning waiting and the German word Seiten meaning pages.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
Wordsmithing One
After a hurricane, the air is different and so reverberates the sea. After a hurricane, the water is dense. I lay floating— carried by salt— thinking about weight and the lack thereof. After the hurricane, nothing is right. The weight of my body on the waves does not compare to the weight on my chest in your absence.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Hazelmar