Love
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It’s late. I take a deep breath. In this quiet moment I let the tears flow. I prefer to cry alone. I’m authentic in this moment. The fear is real. The moment is surreal. I feel gratitude for the moments I have left. “One breath at a time” I say when it’s just
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I have reached a crossroads of sorts in my emotional life. Or more accurately I have changed paths at the latest crossroads. As of late I find myself being happy with who I am. It had been a while since I felt true happiness. What I mean, is that I believe there are two types
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Jack sings his song; his words resonate in me. He says my love is soft, kind, and blind. He says my love is wasted. He says someday I will see. I look back now, and see my disaster. He says I can choose to learn. I choose to realize my love was wasted on you.
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 