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Who the hell you think you are?
to take my spark
you were meant to light it
not dim it
now it just flickers
barely alive

Who the hell you think you are?
to make my eyes
lose their sight
with the very tears
that once searched for your smile

Who the hell you think you are?
to make the hand
that reached for you
bleed

Who the hell you think you are?
to scar the skin
that once stayed soft for you

Who the hell you think you are?
to shatter the heart
that only beat your name

Who the hell you think you are?
to make a body
live like it’s dying
just because
it loved you

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?

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Who the hell you think you are?
to give your spark away
to someone who dimmed it

Who the hell you think you are?
to let your tears fall
until your vision faded

Who the hell you think you are?
to let your fingers bleed
for someone who never reached back

Who the hell you think you are?
to let them write pain
onto your skin

Who the hell you think you are?
to hand your heart over
only to watch it break

Who the hell you think you are?
to let someone
bury you in silence
while you're still breathing

Who the hell you think you are?
to let them hurt you
and call it love

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?

Who the hell you think you are ?
to make me hate my self
to make angry on myself
to make me regret the choices I made

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?
Lalit Kumar May 3
I cut my hair today and you'll never know,
I held it together in that salon,
but I cried the whole way home, they told me life would go on,
but I wasn't prepared for what that meant,

crying at every change whether it's your hair or losing friends
you cry because it hits you,
you're still growing up,
and you have to do it now without someone you really loved,

little things will happen,
and big things will too,
and every time I will look to the sky,
and hope you saw them too,
I go over the list in my head every single day,
all of the things you'll never know,

things I'll never get to say, like I cut my hair today,
and when I looked in the mirror,
I loved the girl I'm becoming and hated that you'll never meet her.
Madelyn Apr 21
I look in the mirror and see someone softer—
Not weaker,
But worn in a way love tends to leave behind.

There was a time I loved blindly,
Loudly,
Without asking if the ground could hold me.
I called it strength,
But it was fear
Wearing confidence like perfume.

Now, I measure my footsteps.
I pause before giving too much.
I speak, not to be heard—
But to be honest.

You wouldn’t recognize the way I love now.
Not because it’s gone,
But because it’s grown quiet,
Rooted deeper,
No longer searching for permission to bloom.

I am still learning.
Still unlearning.
Still loving.

But I am not the same.
And maybe—
That’s what healing really is.
We don’t always notice when we begin to change. But somewhere between heartbreak and healing, I started finding pieces of myself I never knew I’d lost.
— M. Adelyn

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