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asecretvoice · 9 months
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I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.
Heather Davis
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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“After all these years of bearing this pain alone, all I want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again.”
— Sarah Doughty
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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how can someone feel so much and feel so empty at the same time?
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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I’m so sorry you broke me,
so damn much,
my trust in people,
my faith in love,
my view of the world.
How will I know the next won’t blame me?
How will I know I’m not too much?
How will I know I can’t trust them with my feelings?
How will I know they won’t leave me behind?
You changed me.
Damaged me
I’m trying my best in this new world
I can’t trust anyone anymore
It’s easier to be broken alone
Then be broken again
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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“The problem was she wanted love so badly, she couldn’t tell it wasn’t love.”
— Leo Christopher
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asecretvoice · 2 years
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I miss you, you just don’t miss me. You just miss my body and what it was for you.
-I just want you to say sorry
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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To the boy that broke my heart, one day you will miss who I was.
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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It doesn’t matter that you broke my heart multiple times, I still saw all that good in you. I still cared for you despite of it, loved you when you didn’t love me back. I still believed, but I deserve someone who will see all I have and not walk away.
-one day you will miss me like I missed you
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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It’s my own damn fault for breaking my heart, for thinking you had actually changed. That I ignored the gaslighting when she didn’t really want you that time in November. When you begged me to go Christmas shopping for your mom and sister, and I went anyways. For thinking you actually cared about me, on all those car ride trips we went on. Tacos and Providence seaside views in January, for me dragging you used book shopping in Niantic when my friend cancelled in February, when you told me “jokingly” you wanted to get back to together. I didn’t say it then, but I wanted to believe you I just couldn’t risk my heart. And yet there was ramen and a bookstore in March, there was helping me buy hiking shoes, wearing them in and Mediterranean food in April . There was breakfast hole-in-the-walls, there was taking hidden trails in the woods, singing along to my bad car karaoke, getting lost on winding Connecticut roads, countless nights staying up late despite my early 4 am weekday alarms. You begging to meet my friends, wanting to go hiking with us, and I thought you actually meant it. There was me cautious but wanting to believe. I missed you and it felt like old times. So many things on the tip of my tongue, how I wanted to tell you it all. But I had been burned before by you when I last bared my soul. I didn’t want to be so attached, to seem so eager, I just wanted someone who would stay. So when I stepped away, just once I wanted you to fight back in June. But instead you wanted her, and I went alone on that mountain hike in those shoes you helped me buy. I’m sorry to my heart, for believing in those butterflies that I thought meant you felt like home. I should have listened to them when they warned me of the greatest heartache I would have to endure.
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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“Isn’t it sad, that I could trust you with my body but I couldn’t trust you with my heart?”
-and yet you still broke it
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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My darling, please don’t mistake my softness as a weakness. For one would think that after many years, a person would be stronger. But who is to say that being soft and sensitive is not a strength? I should not be ashamed for being so close with my emotions, for everything that has brought me so much joy to all my tears of pain. I am soft in the way I trust people and believe they all have good intentions, I am soft in the ways I believe the lies of poisoned tongues, I am soft in the way tears come so easily to my eyes in the slightest of emotion. They say I should be stronger, with walls hardened around my heart. But my darling it takes true strength, to withstand all that pain and heartache and still be soft to world around you.
-I refuse to let my past turn me into stone.
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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Thank you for teaching me how I want to be loved back, I just wish you weren’t another life lesson I had to learn along the way.
-for a while I thought it was real
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asecretvoice · 3 years
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I’m too romantic and unrealistic
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