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Bless The Lesson

Let silence speak where chaos stood, A soul at peace is understood. Not everyone who walks your way Deserves a place or right to stay. If voices dim your inner flame, Or twist your truth and shift the blame, If every word feels like a test — That is not your tribe, let go, find rest. If love feels like a battlefield, And trust is something never healed, Then raise your standard, draw the line — Your worth is not for them to define. You are not meant to shrink to fit, Or tolerate what wounds your spirit. Not every bond deserves your grace — Some ties are better to erase. So bless the lesson, bless the fall, Release the weight, reclaim it all. No shame in walking on alone — The right ones help you build your throne.

A Thousand Deaths

You thought the pain would take you whole,
A silent thief, a swallowed soul.
Each breath a weight, each step a war,
You begged the night: "No more, no more."

But morning came, it always does,
Without your strength, without because.
And still you rose, on trembling knees,
Through hours that dragged like dying trees.

You didn’t scream — the silence knew,
The cracks it echoed back to you.
Each day, a copy of the last,
A future shackled to the past.

You eat, you walk, you nod, you smile,
And cry when no one's seen you in a while.
A thousand deaths, and still no grave,
Just one more part of you to save.

They say that time will heal, repair—
But time just sits beside despair.
Yet here you are, despite the ache,
Still waking up, still staying awake.

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