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Rebuilding
a tough lesson of life
you can’t quite put your finger on it
but something doesn’t feel just right here.
when you have that gut intuitive feeling, believe it.
trust yourself, even when it isn’t easy to.
that little voice inside your head, that also flutters into your stomach, that forms knots in your throat, and a sinking pain inside of your heart — it doesn’t lie.
when someone shows you who they are, believe it.
even if it takes 20 or more times, trust it.
as much as I want to believe people are good at heart, I have every reason to also believe they aren’t.
for as much of my time as I’ve spent being loving because that’s truly what my head and my heart tell me to do, there’s also that much time spent being broken and being hurt that others won’t do the same.
tears that no one will see and conversations that will never happen because even if they did, nothing would change.
reliving the same hurts over again, each time peeling the scab off the ever-unhealed wound.
a battleground in your own mind that won’t let you rest or revel in your own time.
