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battle
We are not our trauma. We were not made by the gentle hands that turned into vise grips and closed fists. We are not the gaslight anthems that our loved ones used as lullabies. We are not the violence or the lash of harsh words carved into our skin. We are not the battle. We…
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Memorabilia
I kept the ticket from the first hockey game we went to together.It’s been in my wallet or as a bookmark between cookbook pages.I don’t really know why I’ve kept it all this time.It’s such an insignificant piece of paper.The memory has now lasted longer than the relationship. Maybe I’ve kept it as a reminder…
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Remembering Her
She said I would forget her come morningBut I could not imagine leaving behind the taste of her lipsThe somber light in her eyes I told her I would fight the nightBring down the moon just to exist with her for a little while longerI could never forget the love we just made I could…
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Be Less
I remember the way you sank your teeth into meMy own personal big bad wolf I wonder how many bruises I would have let you give meHow many times I would have let you hold me down I have nightmares where the smells of cheap beer and body sweat haunt meMemories fractured into hellscapes But…
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