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Navigating the complexities of relationships has been an intriguing and often challenging journey for me. My upbringing in a conservative Christian community deeply influenced my understanding of love, embedding a notion of conditional affection that hinged on strict adherence to certain rules and norms. This form of love was like
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Reflecting on it now, it seems rather astonishing that I was taught by a religion that we are inherently sinful and wicked, and that we need someone else to make us whole. This teaching emphasized our flaws and imperfections. It’s understandable why so many people feel unable to meet
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The blue screen of death, the universal sign of a system failure, strikes a particular chord with me. It takes me back to my own internal system crashes, those of belief, expectations, and self identity. There were many times when I felt like a computer crashing, overwhelmed by demands and
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In shadows cast by life’s cruel hand,I stand alone on desolate land, Lost, forsaken, my heart bereft, In a world where bonds I once had left. With weary steps, I tread this path, Where laughter once danced, now silent wrath, Isolation’s cloak tightens its hold, As sorrow’
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When the first post is placed we allow a division to begin With each baluster we allow our outlook to grow dim Soon our vision doesn’t even allow the possibility of a gate, this however was the reality in our mind all along. Subscribe
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Cynicism is opium to blunt pain. I’m a user and I love the kick but hate myself. I admired myself before pain. There was a simplicity before I started lying to myself.
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There’s nowhere to go but forward, but that’s ok because today we are creating tomorrow’s memories.
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My altruism may be my most cynical quality, after all who will help everyone if I don’t?
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The haunting pain of labors dry My soul begins to close within my daunting try Flaunting in vain my neighbors pry My joy becomes gaunt before I cry
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This is a story of a wandering notion A thought of glory thundering in emotion Shuddering as a quarry deep with commotion Clinging to life fluttering leaping of devotion How the bliss squandered was lesson learned Miss pine wander it churned the wind of these parts was earned Now the
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Why is it that traveling holds such allure for many, including myself? Is it the allure of venturing into the unknown? An escape from the daily worries that consume our lives? Perhaps it's the thrill of witnessing breathtaking places and immersing ourselves in diverse cultures. It's
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This is a story of a wandering notion A thought of glory thundering in emotion Shuddering as a quarry deep with commotion Clinging to life fluttering leaping of devotion How the bliss squandered was lesson learned Miss pine wander it churned the wind of these parts was earned Now the