Incomplete thoughts
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To all those who wanted to see me fail, you got your wish. I failed beautifully and triumphantly. My failures pushed me to the depths of cruelty, Touched and desired by men who wanted nothing but to see me bleed. For your enemies root for your downfall.
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My greatest mistake in the world was not believing in myself. I put far too much trust in a system built to destroy me. Society told me to bury my mistakes but I never realized it was literal. I was the mistake that society deemed unworthy so I did what I was told. My mistakes
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What does it mean to be happy in love? I mean, truly happy. No asterisk. I’ve been asking myself that question for longer than I can remember. But then, you appeared. I can’t forget the day that we met because I was absolutely terrified. But then you looked at me. So shy and awkward. Your
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There’s strength in vulnerability that I never knew existed. Vulnerability was off limits for someone like me. The child of immigrants. Meant to withstand pain with a smile. Never show weakness, never let them see you bleed But survival mode has its limits. And I’ve reached mine. It’s time to let go of the past.
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I have so much freedom now that we’ve severed ties. Ties that I thought would bind me to a world that divides. Divides that have split me open and scattered me across continents. My love is no longer tethered to one person for eternity. I’m opening myself to the possibilities. Who knew that a divorce
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Playing a dangerous game Where my greatest sacrifice is my life. I acted like the lamb being led to slaughter. Making men feel empowered. Using their rage to feel something. His hands around my neck. The pressure was too much. It ended before it even began. His facade began to crack. His aggression seeped through.
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A mistake from the past has returned to haunt me. And you’re the one I want to turn to. The one that could make things right with their presence. I searched for something to ground me. The voicemail I refuse to delete. Your voice was full of concern or so I thought. Really it was
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The feelings have returned after a long night. A phone call recounting events of the year gone by. The memory of a tragic incident has crept into my bones. I’m not okay. Remember me as who I was before it happened.
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I suppose I should start at the beginning. Hello, my name is…unimportant. Or at least that’s how I feel. I lay in waiting for people I feel I can manipulate. That’s what I tell myself. Constantly calculating every possible outcome. It’s exhausting. And people rarely follow the script. Didn’t they get the memo? Wait, that’s
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The smell of a stranger’s cologne fills my car. It’s the second time this has happened. It reminds me of a lover from a past life. The scent is strong and overpowering. Yet, the person was gentle. Didn’t give me another glance. Never looked into my eyes. Never learned my name. Just how I like
Trapped In The Margins 