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The House That Raised Me
Their voices don't argue in my head, they take turns speaking. One reminds me to be soft. The other reminds me when enough is enough. Somewhere between them is the story of the ...
Their voices don't argue in my head, they take turns speaking. One reminds me to be soft. The other reminds me when enough is enough. Somewhere between them is the story of the ...
The warmth still lingers, but silence has settled where love used to speak. Two hearts turned away, aching for the same touch.
We broke in quiet ways, each of us holding the blame in different hands. Still, the truth never stopped burning between us
She loved like a poet—without edges, without fear. Even in the fall, she found beauty in the depth.
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