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Things get scary, and it’s easy to hide. Hurt feels like a foreign object to the soul. It’s like my mind feels like it’s in an abyss. The only thing keeping me tethered is the sun and her seeds. See, I was birthed to Jupiter, the mother of expansion, the mother of natural beauty, but…
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Lost It wasn’t the first insult It wasn’t the first insult that broke me. It was the second one that sounded almost reasonable. Then the third that made me question whether I deserved it. It wasn’t the first time I’ve loved in this manner where fragments of self never came together as a whole to…