MY UNVARNISHED TRUTH

MY UNVARNISHED TRUTH

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It's a cruel world, don't you think? In a cruel world kindness is certainly an unsafe virtue. This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold? No matter what, you have to choose yourself, even when others refuse to. Choosing yourself is not selfishness, it's self-care. You are entertaining the wrong things with the wrong people because you are struggling with loving yourself. It's okay to take a break, a moment for yourself. It's okay to be selfish if it means discovering your power and happiness. It is not always necessary to keep all the doors open. Believe me, if you shut some doors, it is not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead anywhere. Things end. People leave. Hearts betray. Eyes pay. But life has to go on! Most Impressive Rankings(within 15 hours of publishing) ~ #18 in moving-on(Most Impressive Ranking) #11 in toxicity #10 in self love #18 in poetess #33 in ego #33 in ignorance #68 in self-worth
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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