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Shattered Light

Shattered Light

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I always thought there would be more time. Time to be careless. Time to fall in love without fear. Time to grow into someone I could be proud of. But growing up wasn't something that happened softly for me. It happened all at once - like a house collapsing under the weight of a storm. Depression crept in before I even understood what it was. Anxiety wrapped itself around every word I never said. Love touched me with hands that didn't stay. Coming out felt less like flying and more like falling. And then there was the diagnosis. The final crack in a foundation that was already breaking. Somewhere in all the wreckage, I kept breathing. Somehow, even after everything, I kept looking for a way back to myself. This isn't a story about hope, not exactly. It's a story about remembering you once were young, and everything hurt, and somehow, you stayed alive anyway.
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She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.

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