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Choose yourself, not once, not twice...

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Please don't ever abandon  yourself again.  Especially not in the name of trying to be validated by a temporary connection.  Stop holding on to things that don't demonstrate respect for your value. Start investing in things that remind you of your worth.  You deserve so much more.  And don’t shrink yourself just to fit into spaces that were never meant to hold your light.  Stop explaining your worth to those committed to misunderstanding you. Silence can be dignity too. Choose yourself, not once, not twice, but every single time it feels uncomfortable to do so. Let go without guilt, walk away without fear, and trust that what’s truly yours will never require you to abandon who you are. Grow into someone who feels like home to their own soul. Because at the end of it all,  the longest relationship you’ll ever have is the one you build with yourself.

The echoes of those lies...

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The stories that I told myself to ease the lonely ache now haunt my waking moments, the promises they break. •The phantom comfort, woven in the night, Now claws at dawn, and steals away the light. •I built a fortress, from illusions spun, But shadows creep, and battles are begun. •Each whispered 'maybe,' each imagined grace, Returns a specter, in this empty space. •The echoes of those lies, a constant, chilling sound, Where solace once resided, now only wounds are found.   •The painted smiles, the words I longed to hear, Now twist and mock me, fueled by rising fear. •My heart, a stage where fantasies once played, Now holds a theater, where truths are re-betrayed. •The warmth I sought, within my crafted dream,  Has turned to frost, a cold and bitter gleam.

I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.

I hated liars, their words like a stain

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I hated liars, their words like a stain, Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game. Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell, The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell. In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face, A prisoner of lies in this familiar place. I sought out the truth, but found only strife, The greatest of lies is the one in my life.

Do not be hasty in praising people or blaming them for...

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“Do not be hasty in praising people or blaming them, for perhaps what pleases you from a person today will displease you tomorrow, and perhaps what displeases you today, will please you tomorrow." ʿAbdullāh b. Masʿūd رضي الله عنه   [Al-Bayhaqī, Shuʿab Al-Īmān article 6177]

I'm still learning how to go back and reread my...

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I'm still learning how to go back and reread my own chapters without feeling like I want to set all of my pages on fire. ~E.V Rogina

Am I what people have done to me or what...?

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Am I what people have done to me, or what I have managed to save despite what people have done to me? Am I the mosaic of experiences or the ruins of existence? ~Sadia Hakim

We shatter like waves on stone,

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In life's tempest, we shatter like waves on stone, Yet in the abyss, we're never alone. For in the silence, in the darkest night, It's God's embrace that guides us to the light.

I'm no longer what I used to be, this world has changed me a lot...

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I'm no longer what i used to be, this world has changed me alot, i wish to be my old self again, to smile without any grief again, to be alive again. -روح