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One thing I am grateful for is receiving love and warmth in my low phases. It was like getting a life jacket that finally fits my spirit, it was fuel that kept me going in moments my energy was running on empty.
I cry often in love, because I never know if the ground I’m breaking will bloom into a garden or swallow me whole like a graveyard.
Bro to bro, your final act of love should be you shallowing every “please stay” & turn it into silence so you don’t feel trapped by your own ache.















