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Armoured Truth. by MissT
I wear my pain like an armourAnd sin covers me like a veilMy truth isn’t meant to sting youIt’s for my legacy to prevail Tortured in mind by a mother,Left to rot by a father’s hand.Twisted and torn like a pretzelBy ones that should have been damned. Not bitter or broken no longerFor your sickly…
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“Becoming (The One They Couldn’t Kill)” by MissT
I’m not becoming old and tameI’m rising with a brand new nameNot “slag,” not “mad,” not “past her prime”I’m the woman built from grit and time Thrown out, dragged back, then used againTaught love was earned through other menBut every time they shut me downI sharpened teeth and straightened crown I bit my tongue, I…
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If Tomorrow Never Comes. by Tracey (MissT)
If tomorrow never comesAnd my eyes no longer see,Remember that I loved youTo my heart you had the key. If tomorrow never comesAnd my body has grown still,Remember all my battlesAnd the climbs up stubborn hills. If the morning brings you heartacheAnd the hours are slow to pass,Remember I am with you,That your legacy will…
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There I Am in You. Soft hair, blue eyes,a sweet smile, freckles dusted across that delicate nose.That deep giggle—how lucky am I to be your grandmother? How blessed to watch you grow into the sassy, self-assured young lady you’re becoming?
There I am in you I see myself in you.Innocent.Brand new.Still untouched by life’s sharp edges.I was once like that too—wet behind the ears,wide-eyed and full of dreams. But oh, how the years can harden a heart.Bitterness crept in where hope once lived.Sweet child, I don’t want that for you.I don’t want heartbreak to steal…
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If You Go Before me. MissT. There’s a question that haunts you when you’ve loved someone who lives in a storm: What if they don’t make it?And what if you’re no longer there when it happens? I’ve asked myself that question too many times. Especially after walking away. Especially when the silence gets heavy. So I wrote this—for anyone who’s ever loved someone they couldn’t save. If You Go Before Me by MissT. If you go before me, not in age, not in time, but in spirit crushed under a storm I couldn’t calm, I will ache in the places love never left. I will scream in silence eyes dry but drowning, asking the sky what else I could’ve done besides everything. I will wonder if the softness I gave wasn’t soft enough.If the leaving I chose wasn’t loud enough to say:“I had to save myself too. But beneath the guilt that bites like frost, I’ll find this truth, buried but burning: You were never mine to fix.You were a wild, beautiful ache in a body that turned against you. And I…I was just the woman who lit a lantern for a while, until my own hands shook too hard to hold it. If you go before me—I’ll grieve, yes.But I won’t wear the blame like skin. I’ll love you still, from the shore where I had to stay while you drifted into the dark I couldn’t follow. Author’s Note: If you’ve ever loved someone with mental illness, and you’ve had to walk away to survive it—this is for you. Your heartbreak is real. Your guilt is misplaced. And your choice to live is not a betrayal. It’s courage.
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When shadows took the stage
Some mornings begin in silence. Some begin in sorrow. This piece came from one of those mornings—where the weight of memory, grief, and old monsters settled in before the sun had a chance to rise. But as always, light returns… and so do I. When Shadows Took the Stageby MissT The day woke dark inside…
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“Let It Burn” by Miss T
I’m done with whispers. Done with grace.Done playing nice to save your face.I’ve had enough of biting back—Of dimming down to dodge attack. I was raised on bruises, built on fear,Taught to hush and disappear.But no more silence, no more shame—This girl’s got fire in her name. You think your demons rattled me?Please. I’ve danced…
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I Fought for Us
by MissT At every turn, I stood and stayed,While my own heart was torn and frayed.I broke myself to soften you,Held up the sky and made it blue. I juggled chaos, night and day,And kept the darker thoughts at bay.I gave you sparks to light your mind,Left pieces of myself behind. I tried to soothe…
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My early 40s. Chapter 10
From Warm Blanket to War Zone When J left me, I’m ashamed to admit I fell apart.Everything I’d hoped for — for me and my family — was suddenly gone. The next ten years became a blur of broken promises and temporary fixes. I dated four different men, and each relationship lasted no more than…
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THE HOLINESS OF EFFORT. By MissT
