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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
Growth is Not Linear
You may not see the final destination— but _every step, every fall_, is part of something forming. The direction you're heading will always be patient. Even when you feel sick from believing you're stagnant, you are still shifting. __Still becoming.__ __Don’t worry__! The silence has its own voice. And the waiting has meaning, even when it feels so cruel. In time— it will all make sense. The past you came from will become a mirror. And your future self will look into it and see how far you’ve really come.
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
Reflections in Motion
words of humble insight, shaded with anxious desperation, my plea showing unrivalled jealousy, seeking approval, sorting moments searching for a pat and or a pleasant praise of dexterity. you left me here stranded— these words wove me into a ball of fire, endlessly burning ashes, an obsolescence of essence, a dissolution of common sense.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
waiting
sometimes it’s not the world that is loud, there’s no rain, no grey cloud, sometimes it’s a storm inside of me, where the wind is strong, like a very cold breeze. sometimes it’s the rain in my soul, pouring emotions, telling me to let go, sometimes it’s not the outside world, that is loud, it’s my inner peace that whirls around and has been gathering war clouds because sometimes there’s too much stress, to many thoughts, an excess it’s not life’s best part but sometimes there’s a storm in my heart. there are lightning’s, even thunder, and I feel like I’m going under but I better calm down, there’s no need for me to drown. I pick myself up, piece by piece it’s not a fight without cease there’s no need for preoccupation, as long as I am, my own salvation. - gio
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
inner storm
I lived a minute longer than my fears.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
Fear