god
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You are traveling to the West, while I remain here in the East, waiting for the tides to turn and new times to arrive. You have seen more than anyone in generations—not by chance, but for a reason. They laughed at your poems, our poems. They mocked the words we bled onto the pages and…
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How much of ourselves are we willing to sacrifice just to be loved? We are told to be honest, to speak up, and to follow the rules of the heart. They lecture us that “love is the key,” as if we don’t already know—as if we haven’t been saved by it, or broken by the…
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She asked me, “Why are you not writing anymore?” I went quiet. I didn’t know how to respond. How can you respond when there are no words, signs, or tokens for what I can feel, for what I can see, for what I can experience? How to tell her that whatever I write has already…
.:THE GUIDED REFLECTION:. 