Tag: personal-growth
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[wonder]
I wonder if the things that remind me of you remind you of me -Amelia James
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[it was mine first]
You took it with handsThat didn’t ask permission,Claiming what was never yours to hold.My girlhood—A fragile, shimmering thing,Bound in innocence and wonder—Torn from me before I could name it. It was mine first.Mine to cradle,Mine to grow into,Mine to guard like a secretUntil I chose to share its light. But you—You turned memories into weapons,Sharp…
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[hijacked remorse]
An apology so hollow,even the echo atoned for it—an apology that crumbled under its own emptiness,thin as breath, fleeting as smoke. You stare into your reflection,but it’s shattered glass, not growth.Splinters don’t make you stronger—they just remind you of what broke. In a room of bright eyes and borrowed faith,you stand at the front, palms…
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[perhaps]
perhaps the reason i feel as though moving on is i m p o s s i b l e is because for you it was a game of c h a r a d e s but for me it was all r e a l -Amelia James
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[memories]
I’ve searched a thousand and five reveries Trying to find the version of me Before you Broke Me The search continues -Amelia James
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[healing of time]
They say time heals all wounds But if that were true Surely I’d be over you by now There is no place in time in which I can go To where you have been, and where you aren’t Memories of a haunted love Lingers like a pungent smoke If time truly heals all A thousand…
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[all i had]
You wouldn’t know what a real man looks like, you said. How could I… when the only example I had was you? -Amelia James
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[Catastrophic]
I hope you know that You catastrophically altered the chemistry Of every fiber of my being My beliefs My version of me Of you A raging storm An untamed wildfire You tore Destruction and desolation In the wake And I held on for dear life Desperately trying to survive The emotional scars The barren land…
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[no right to]
For S. You know who you are, and I hope this reaches you. I am deeply sorry for everything. -A I had no right to ask the things I did from you— my anger misdirected, tangled in fabric you had no part in weaving. The sweatshirt hung on your shoulders, its threads held by his…
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[over you]
I don’t think I’ll ever get over you. Not because I can’t moved on But because you have -Amelia James
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