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Loss. Lost. Losing.

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For years now, I’ve been hiding beneath prose based on ambiguity, non-specific on purpose because they blunt the sharpness of honesty. Ironically, yet naturally, by not being completely honest with myself, words are stoppered. I’ve gone through phases of reasoning : fear of vulnerability, narcissism within expression, resistance against existence.

And here is the bare naked truth: I am still struggling. Struggling with the simplest of everyday behaviour, struggling with morals and truths, struggling with loving oneself.

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    • Big hugs to you too Denise. When did we lose that ability along that way? But optimism and faith will never be lost. Keep on going, one day you will see the light shining from within you x

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