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Being Raw. Staying Real.
My favorite thing? It’s that I don’t fake it. I’m not someone who smooths over rough edges or hides the messy parts. I’m loud in my thoughts, raw in my feelings, and sometimes difficult, but that’s genuinely me. There’s something powerful in refusing to wear masks or pretend to be more polished than I am.…
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I Am the Passion
This question? Didn’t even make me pause. Damn — I am the passion. The love. The obsession. Yeah, it might sound like I’m full of myself. But if you’ve read me, you know it’s just the truth. I’m passionate about everything I am and everything I feel. Everything I do. I don’t do things halfway.…
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The One Luxury
There’s the one you choose,and then there’s the oneyou never had a choice with. The one your body answeredbefore your mind could speak. With them there’s no decision,only desire. The slow ache of restraint.The glance that lingers too long.The breath caught in your throatfor reasons you’ll never admit aloud. And for me,the one luxury I…
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Not Available, On Purpose
It usually begins with indifference. Not anger or sadness—just a quiet dulling of everything. Then suddenly, the smallest things feel like too much—messages, voices, even warmth. They don’t comfort. They suffocate. They crowd. And when someone’s presence or their message arrives and I feel nothing—not even a flicker of curiosity, not even the faint urge…
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Everything that Hurts and Haunts
A question I still don’t know how to answer out loud. But, as always, writing can do what speaking never could. What I’m about to reveal feels like I’m giving away too much of myself. And yet, I want that—to be stripped bare, for anyone who reads with the kind of attention that goes beyond…
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