Dear woman who learned to survive too soon, There was a time when your softness was buried under chores and expectations. When your hands were small but already knew how to steady the world. When sile
Why couldn’t you see me? I was right there, reaching, shouting, begging Help me. See me. Be with me. But you couldn’t. You were looking through me, not at me, too wrapped in your own reflection to not
I tell myself that missing you will get easier. That loving you wasn’t working. I remind myself of all the ways we hurt — the words, the silence, the way I kept trying to prove I was enough. I replay
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