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46n8 Oct 2022
Healing has turned out to be such a long and painful process,

Like pulling out a hundred tiny splinters,

The immense relief you feel as they slide from your skin after a moment of struggle,

The occasional mark left behind,

The hundreds more you'll discover hiding in your hands,

As you drag them along the walls through your days.
46n8 Oct 2022
I used to say you should live your life a movie you would want to watch.

I see now that its never been one film though.

Its so many different films with sequels and prequels and interwoven storylines in the same big universe.

The protagonist in some is the antagonist in others, the dramatic irony of all the differing perspectives.

Some of the scenes can get pretty ugly, and some are so beautiful you can't quite wrap your head around them.

Some you'll never fully understand, some of the ones you see and never think twice about will be some of the most significant.

The bloopers remind you its not always so serious, and that even when things don't go according to plan, good can come from them.

These films won't be nominated for any awards, or be met with any standing ovations.

They won't go down in history as classics,
They won't make any must watch lists,
But I swear, once you start watching, you won't be able to look away.
46n8 Oct 2022
Its funny sometimes ill go days without really hurting,

I'll get really comfortable and stop being cautious

When randomly a pang shoots accross my chest,

And im gentl reminded how shoddily I've taped all the pieces back together.
46n8 Oct 2022
I keep having dreams,
where I tell you everything,
I should've back then,

And every last word,
Uttered From my bleeding tongue,
Feels like sweet release,

The look on your face,
When you have to choose between,
Having and eating,
46n8 Oct 2022
I'm sure he'll treat her just as well,

in the end she'll leave him behind,

The way the ocean does a shell.
46n8 Oct 2022
Everything changed for me in the spring.

It was 4 months of the most painful growth I've known. I lay in beds of clovers, and flowers, they embraced me warmly like new friends.

Then the summer came, it was hot and rainy and my sweat burned my eyes. The blood from my hands was a deep red, the proof I was still so alive.

Now we've entered the fall, the mornings are crisp and the skys are clear. It hasn't rained in weeks and my hair has grown so long.
My sleepy eyes are open wide,  ready to accept the beauty of winter.
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