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Sinking to the Surface 🌊

I’m in the thick of it right now—a Love addict in withdrawal.

Each day, I’m thrust into waves of despair and grief, and yet I feel the pull to seek Love within. One without hidden agendas that won’t be taken away as punishment or dangled over my head because of unmet expectations or conditions.

The pain breaks me open over and over, dissolving each deeply rooted layer, revealing that the Love I’ve been searching for was mine all along.

As I sink into the darkness, I reach for the surface. It’s messy and hard as I learn to breathe under water, but it’s the only way I know how to survive.

From my Heart to yours,

The Love Whisperer

✨❤️‍🔥✨

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The Weight of Words

Words are often dismissed as “just words,” but they cut deeper than we realize.

They don’t fade—

they settle under the skin,

turning into invisible scars we carry forward.

They whisper doubts where there once was light,

telling us we’re too much, not enough,

a mistake

I try to shake them off,

but some words don’t disappear—they leave a stain.

And still, I’m trying to find my way,

to hold onto my voice amidst the echoes of unworthiness they leave behind. It’s exhausting.

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Sometimes it feels as if I am nothing more than a whisper,

lingering briefly in the air,

only to be forgotten as quickly as I’m heard.

What if I am no more than a disappearing shadow,

a passing reflection of what could have been,

never fully held, never fully seen?

In this way, I feel disposable—

at the fingertips of a fleeting audience,

their eyes devouring only fragments,

never able to touch the whole of me.

It’s an ache that blooms deep within, a slow, relentless thing,

when I am cast aside,

discarded by those who only want pieces of me,

but who are never willing to hold my depth.

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Here, I write the words I’ve needed most.

This pain breaking my heart open, over and over again, is what keeps me believing in Love

✨🔥❤️‍🔥🔥✨