growth
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Everyone knows of you, but they do not truly know you. Perhaps because you never gave them the chance. And that is not necessarily a failure. Sometimes hiding parts of yourself was the safest thing you could do. Perhaps it was easier to become the quiet one, the strong one, the agreeable one. The version…
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We leave traces of ourselves everywhere. Initials are carved into trees. Locks are fastened to bridges. We paint, we journal, we write songs. Our newest obsession is scattering fragments of ourselves across social media, preserving thoughts that might otherwise vanish with the passing day. Why do we do this? We know, whether we admit it…
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Every day is called a fresh start, but change is more than waking up and deciding everything is different. Real change is quieter than that. It doesn’t always arrive with a clear beginning or a dramatic shift. Instead, it reveals itself in small, almost unnoticeable moments. These are the signs that something in your life…
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We spend so much of our lives being haunted. By people who left. By versions of them that no longer exist. By the quiet question of what did I do to make them go? We replay their words and our favorite moments over and over, flipping through a stored memory book we know we shouldn’t…
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You walked to our lives as if you were a kind of balm designed to cure what never healed. Instead You ripped through us, almost gleeful as we bled into the open air, but healing doesn’t need to wound flesh just to prove it was broken. You damaged us just so you could pretend heal…
Black Ink and Parchment 