pride
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I never understood why the world ached so badly for romantic love. Swooning and gushing and cooing over your partner, drowning yourselves in sickly-sweet nothings seemed like a tacky endeavour. Allowing yourself to be known and needed by another was a risk I didn’t want to see the fruits from, no matter the fulfillment it
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What are you most proud of? That I don’t see life as a miserable, gruelling concept. That I don’t see life as something forced onto me. That I still manage to find the light, the crack in the sidewalk to sprout from. How, even through convoluted grief and anger at years lost to trauma and heartbreaks of
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Solitude is comfort.Sitting inside my heart, knowing it is just me to look out for,has a level of safety, of solace,of relief.I know my requirements and tend to them endlessly. But now there’s you.you.You have a space carved out inside my heart,with flashes of your strong hands and soft eyes,every squeal of joy,the tightness in
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The ideaof men,of manhood,the way it tasted in my mouth,gaggingon my pitiful fortuned future,one where a manwith a hairy chest and no room in it for me,was what to desire,so I learned to choke back my own,believing a life without love,a throat full of thirst,was my white flag. So don’t tell me you always knew,because
Lashanda Forsberg 