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Fragments of Healing

Shame is relative with matters of the heart, but is guilt truly inevitable? Is it that easy to break a person’s will or heart? Who is the mender of both? Does the heart know when the palpitations will come?   You’re strong, they say. I was once broken; It was temporary. I became emotionally indifferent so I could function.   It took looking at the one I loved, that tears didn’t mean weakness. From her eyes, I learned more about…

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Friendship: Reevaluating Expectations and Setting Boundaries

I used to believe that being a ride or die friend meant taking on all of someone else’s problems and burdens as your own. I prided myself on being that kind of friend, always ready to act and help. But I learned the hard way that sometimes being too involved can make you seem irrational. I realized that sharing too much with the wrong person can backfire, and I don’t want to make that mistake again. Friendships can be complicated.…

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Pain

It’s not something you can clearly communicate to others about how you feel.  Most times we act like we don’t even feel it.  We smile like we are alright but deep down there’s something like a knife slicing your insides.  We all know they’ll be healing for every pain but the problem is how long can you survive? Do I cry? Maybe? Sometimes? Hardly.  Your chest just hurts. Sometimes I’d rather allow my self feel physical pain and equate it…

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Décès

The goosebumps were filled on the skin Hairs stood at the back of the neck In a moment, the rancid smell of liquefying skin blended with roasted hair and metals was choking It didn’t put on a show to care or recognize anyone It had nothing to do with being too good or excessively insidious. Dark smoke and fire filled the air The absence of oxygen took life speedier than the burns Time will stop and each memory will be…

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My Best Story

I decided to read my favourite story one last time It was accompanied with nausea rippled in an empty stomach The only light I could see was darkness and shadowy forms of anguish My fingers were numb as my throat was dry from pain My palms were sweaty and sticky as I stared on the story that was once filled with sunshine  My heart was a raging inferno with no relief to be found The pages were blurred from rivulets…

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Enkindle

OMG ? it can’t be possible!!!Staring at my screen,  Digesting all the sweet memories everyone is sharing on his page, Looking at his best pictures on my timeline and the captivating messages from people knowing today isn’t his birthday, I screamed? I remember my last words to him ‘I hope I never get to hear from you in my life again’ ? Now what we argued about seemed so trivial  My eyes blurred and I didn’t know when I broke…

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