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I love the sound of the train in the distance— in such a quiet night.
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i must unlearn
the urge to spit venom
on those who mean no harm
but i was taught to fear
it follows me
no matter where i turn
it is engraved into my sorrows
i will bear my teeth
the fragility of a child
desperate for an escape
i want to be gentle
i must unlearn
the ego of a small child
shattered and broken
“i want to be kind
but i fear i am just human”
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“You were the fight. Ever since youth, you have fought Your parents The system Politics Money The tv. You were the fight… and then you fought me”
— ramblings from my notes, - m.s
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My father’s daughter
(An original poem )
I’m my father’s daughter
I have the need to love the way he does
I am always the first to volunteer
Even if at the expense of myself
Like him
I love all living things big and small like he does
And I will always give some one the benefit of the doubt
Always look past a books cover as he does
I am my father’s daughter
And I share his temper
His quiet
Let it build
Before you explode
Blind
Anger
And I share his irresponsibility
Making a mistake
Not learning
Then making it again
I am my fathers daughter
But I am not my father
I will never leave those who I’ve loved
Who’ve I’ve made love me
Behind
Especially when they need me most
I will not run from my mistakes
Even if repeated
I will take accountability
For my irresponsibility
I might my father’s daughter
But I refuse to be my father
- Trash
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Everyone loves a little differently. My dad and grandpa have always loved by fixing and making things. When my grandma said she wanted a better vanity in the bathroom my grandpa went to his wood shop and made one. When my mom said she needed a better way to plug in her computer when she was writing my father showed up holding a brand new extension cord like a bouquet of flowers. My best friends have always loved through gifts. The time to craft and find something special, something that conjures a meaningful memory, it means the world to them. My best friend will still give me gifts with giraffes because she knows I loved them growing up, and I still do because of her. My partner loves through touch, one hand on a shoulder can speak a thousand words for him. A knowing presence and sides pressed together while each person works on their own project is a meaningful gesture. He sees my stress and hugs me, his way of saying I’m here and I see you. I love through words. It feels vital to me that I tell everyone around me how much I love and appreciate them, give them advice and comfort, or converse excitedly with them. There are so many ways of showing love, and no one way is right. Giving and receiving love is a beautiful gift. Until we can open our eyes the the vast spectrum of offering and receiving love, we will miss a thousand connections.
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hey you, i hope you can stop for a moment and think about everything you've overcome this far. place your hand on your chest, feel your heart beating. as long as you keep breathing, everything will be alright. you're a survivor, don't you ever forget that.
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Dear little me🤍
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Allegra Thomas
www.allegrathomas.com/link-in-bio
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