#Reflection
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radiotahdikex · 21 hours ago
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For all that stories when the mc says to the villain "thank for make who I am, I forgive you". No! The villain never did anything good, the mc did.
And I'm not talking about just fiction…
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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birintiharmelegi · 1 day ago
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sweety-foxx · 2 days ago
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urfuckingbabe · 3 days ago
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rosechata · 1 day ago
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Josiah William Gordon
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gentlemanmotorslifestyle · 18 hours ago
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kereonn · 2 days ago
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The banks of the Wolf
©Kereonn Xxx
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grungeouttakesabstracts · 2 days ago
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Passing moment
Madrid, Spain -- 2/20/11
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birintiharmelegi · 1 day ago
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uniories · 14 hours ago
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Golden Ripples at Dusk (2025)
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sweety-foxx · 2 days ago
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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 2 days ago
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https://ko-fi.com/brokenmusicbox
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booshoos · 3 days ago
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where are we?
are you still waking up in his bed?
is your heart still warm? still convincing yourself this was your dream?
how often do you make excuses? do you still not know you’re lying?
or have you noticed it—
the fear, the questioning, the quiet static in the corners of your mind,
whispering,
it will never change.
you owe it to him, right?
for how much he’s done, for how much he’s given up.
it’s his time now, so shut up.
you owe him this much.
tell me,
do you still measure your worth in how softly you speak, in how much space you don’t take?
when you kiss him, do you taste the past creeping in,
like something spoiled, like something you should have spit out long ago?
the same. again.
the past always finds its way back to his mouth, to his hands, to the way he looks at you—
soft when he wants, sharp when he doesn’t.
how long until you forget what your voice sounds like?
you’re still paying for it.
when he says you’re overreacting, do you still believe him?
when he says no one else would love you this much, do you still hold that like scripture?
god,
do you even recognize yourself anymore?
or have you folded so many times that you’ve become someone easier to love?
tell me,
when do you leave?
when?
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sofiahart06 · 2 days ago
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beccawise7 · 16 hours ago
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Late night thoughts. 💜🖤
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