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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.

Climb Up Higher

What grace it is, to cross a path,
Where love won't let you stand in wrath.
Where hands don't hold for comfort's sake,
But pull you up with each bold stake.

To meet a soul who lights your fire,
Who nudges you to climb up higher.
Who speaks the truth, though it may sting,
And still stands firm through everything.

Yet rarer still — a heart so brave,
To shed old skin, to ride each wave.
To not just ask that you transform,
But bloom beside you through each storm.

For growth is not a solo trail,
It’s leaning in when you might fail.
It's roots that deepen side by side,
And wings that open, arms stretched wide.

So honor those who see your light,
And choose to grow within its sight.
For love that rises, hand in hand,
Is where the truest hearts will stand.

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