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They tried to name you by the wounds they saw, like broken chapters were your only law. They spoke in echoes of the past you knew, as if those moments were the whole of you. But you kept walking through the doubt they cast, leaving their shadows buried in the past. Because the truth inside you never lost its flame, even when the world kept calling you by pain. They didn’t feel the courage growing in your chest, or the quiet promise you refused to rest. They never heard the voice rising deep within, whispering softly: you will rise again. So now you stand stronger than their narrow view, more than every story they believed was true. More than every label others tried to give— you are proof that broken things can still learn to live. And the truth they’ll never hold, no matter where they’ve been: you were never the damage. You were always the strength within.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
Anonymous_Flame
Beyond Their Words
They tried to name you by the wounds they saw, like broken chapters were your only law. They spoke in echoes of the past you knew, as if those moments were the whole of you. But you kept walking through the doubt they cast, leaving their shadows buried in the past. Because the truth inside you never lost its flame, even when the world kept calling you by pain. They didn’t feel the courage growing in your chest, or the quiet promise you refused to rest. They never heard the voice rising deep within, whispering softly: you will rise again. So now you stand stronger than their narrow view, more than every story they believed was true. More than every label others tried to give— you are proof that broken things can still learn to live. And the truth they’ll never hold, no matter where they’ve been: you were never the damage. You were always the strength within.
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Stretched wide across mountains and valleys, clusters of hills and springs of rivers, a soft brown veil dusted with gold. Take a long nail, pry it aside, come, see what’s within for a modest fine. My flesh, a soft pink for a childhood much missed, my blood, a loud red for all the shocks I’m full of, my bone, I’m not too sure for none have travelled far but if you pressed me hard enough, you’d feel it - scrolls of poems written and yet to be, my tongue a ribbon binding them all, my teeth an ivory chest to contain them, and sweet lips carefully locking them for now. A treasure trove awaits those of my blood and water, presented on a silver platter under a soft brown veil dusted with gold stretched wide across mountains and valleys, clusters of hills and springs of rivers.
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:27 AM UTC
suki-g
Casket
Stretched wide across mountains and valleys, clusters of hills and springs of rivers, a soft brown veil dusted with gold. Take a long nail, pry it aside, come, see what’s within for a modest fine. My flesh, a soft pink for a childhood much missed, my blood, a loud red for all the shocks I’m full of, my bone, I’m not too sure for none have travelled far but if you pressed me hard enough, you’d feel it - scrolls of poems written and yet to be, my tongue a ribbon binding them all, my teeth an ivory chest to contain them, and sweet lips carefully locking them for now. A treasure trove awaits those of my blood and water, presented on a silver platter under a soft brown veil dusted with gold stretched wide across mountains and valleys, clusters of hills and springs of rivers.
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