Tag: emotionalwriting
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The Summit
They never see the climb —the way your hands bledagainst the stone,how your breath brokein the thin air of doubt,how the wind whispered, Turn back —and still, you rose. They only see you standing here,bathed in the sun of your arrival,but you remember the shadows —the nights stitched with fear,the weight of every almost-fall,the ache…
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The Shape of Dreams
Dreams are not soft things.They have edges — sharp enough to cut,corners where fear hides,and curves that bend like hope. Some dreams are circles —endless, looping,spinning you in want until you’re dizzy. Some are stars —burning too bright,too far,but still you reach. And some…some are just shadows —the shape of what you lost,what you almost…
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