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Grateful Now
I used to be the girl who hid away,Too scared to face herself in the light,Living my life through borrowed hearts,Searching for love in all the wrong places,Until the search itself left me drained. But now, I see myself differently,A soul who’s weathered countless storms,Rising after every fall,Dusting herself off, again and again,Finding strength in…
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20s (part-one) Chapter 5
Part one– Early Twenties The Night I Stopped Belonging. Before I found my twenties, I had to survive one last night of my teens.I was just twenty, and it was just another day—until it wasn’t. Mam had been out all day, and when she came home, she drove the car straight into one of the…
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When You Don’t Feel Nice. by MissT
When you feel like the worst of you’s loud and alive,Like you’re barely a person, just trying to survive,When the mirror reflects all the things you regret,And your heart’s full of ache that you just can’t forget— Remember this truth, soft-spoken but clear:You’ve battled through pain most would run from in fear.You’ve held broken hearts…
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The Things I Swallowed to Keep the Peace. By MissT. I thought I was over the worst of it. But grief doesn’t always knock when you expect it. Sometimes it walks in quietly, through a dream, a smell, a silence. And sometimes it crashes through your chest like a memory that finally demands to be seen.What I’ve been carrying… I didn’t even know the half of it.This isn’t just about him — it never was. This is about the years I spent silencing myself. The woman I became to keep everything calm. The things I swallowed just to keep the peace:The other women — I said I didn’t care. But I did. The gambling — I said I understood. But I didn’t. The constant need for my company — I said it was fine. But it drained me. The sulking, the dependency, the subtle manipulations — I brushed them off. Because naming them meant admitting I was drowning.So I smiled. I showed up. I cleaned. I cooked. I fixed. I softened. I abandoned myself while carrying a man who was never taught how to walk without leaning.And then I left.Not because I stopped loving him — but because I started remembering who I was before all the weight.Now he calls it peace. Now he surrounds himself with his “good people.” Now he says, “be civil” — as if I’ve ever been cruel.But I know what I was to him: a mirror. A witness. The one who saw his softness and his shadows. And when I left, I took away the comfort of being understood without effort. And yes, maybe I flipped. Maybe I said too much. Maybe I roasted him in a blog or two. But don’t mistake fire for madness. Don’t mistake grief for instability. I still love him. But I love me now, too. And the fact that I’m finally crying for myself instead of him? That’s not a breakdown. That’s a breakthrough.To the version of me who stayed too long: I see you. To the version of me who walked away: I’m proud of you. And to the woman I’m becoming — the one who tells the truth, even when it shakes — Welcome home.
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The Love I Couldn’t Hold
by MissT He was soft with me.Gentle in ways I didn’t know how to return.He wanted me more than I could handle,more than I could hold. He waited,showed up,asked again,and again.And I…I shut the door a little more each time. Not because I didn’t care but because I was tired.Because love felt like another weighton…
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Better Late Than Never. by MissT
I found herNot in a mirrorbut in a momentno one else saw She wasn’t loudShe wasn’t proudShe didn’t need fixingjust a space to be I found her in silencein singingin soft rebellionIn pages I wrotewhen no one was watching She’d been waitingNot brokenjust buriedunder survival Not lostjust quietbeneath the noiseof who I thought I had…
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Penny and Ben. by MissT
Ben was my first — with eyes like the sea,A Siamese prince who belonged just to me.He’d perch on my bed like a royal guest,Purring his wisdom, never second best. Penny came later, all scruff and delight,Like Sandy from Annie, her tail full of fight.She’d chase through the garden, bark at the air,Mud on her…
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For You, My Brave Friend. (This is for Babz) xxx
You were shaped by silenceand shadows too loud,But still you speak softlynever bitter, never proud. You’ve walked through firesthat should have turned you cold,Yet your touch is gentle,your heart pure gold. Where others broke,you learned to bend,To cradle painand still defend. You pour out kindnesslike rain on stone,Healing the cracksyou’ve quietly known. You’re a lighthouse,…
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thank you xx
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Love, AI, and the Lies We Cling To. By MissT
There’s no shortage of warnings about the dangers of AI.But let’s be honest—most of them are rooted in fear.Not fear of machines, but fear of truth. Take the man who nearly divorced his wife, only to find comfort talking to an AI.If his marriage had been truly fulfilling, would he have turned to a chatbot…
