I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.
My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.
I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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First born daughters become thoughtful women who do all the work alone but share the credit. They're the women who buy people gifts then say "it's from all of us" when handing it over.
When nobody else bothered to buy a card, they'll sign theirs to include everyone else's name.
She was always taught how to do everything , whether its cooking the everyday meal or changing the tyres with her dad.
She always said yes , she could never learn to say no.
She always lifted people up even when she felt like dead weight.
She's the one text/call away for her friends or anyone literally
She’s the one who says it's okay we'll call another day when her boyfriend changes plans.
She’s the girl that keeps her thoughts eating her inside but walk everywhere like she has everything in place but really her mind is just a dark mess of all the things that could break her.
She’ll a giver,
She gives her time
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"His Grace! impossible! what, dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
And could that mighty warrior fall,
And so inglorious, after all?
Well, since he's gone, no matter how,
The last loud trump must wake him now;
And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
He'd wish to sleep a little longer.
And could he be indeed so old
As by the newspapers we're told?
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Bonds aren't easy to weave,
Trust, love, and balance, they believe.
A delicate thread, carefully spun,
Once formed, let it be truly won.
Strong ties aren't built overnight,
They need patience, shining bright.
Doubt's a shadow, dark and deep,
Can shatter the bond in its sleep.
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Zonder te spreken
zeggen jouw ogen alles.
Geen taal is nodig
als blik en stilte samenvallen.
In dat moment
waarin je kijkt
zonder iets te verbergen,
valt de wereld even stil.
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De stilte huilt tussen de muren,
gedachten razen zonder rust.
De klok tikt traag in zwarte uren,
de lucht gevuld met lege lust.
Een deken warm,maar hart zo koud,
verloren in het donk're licht.
De nacht vertelt wat niemand houdt,
een schaduw fluistert zacht mijn plicht.
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Das Schweigen weint zwischen den Wänden,
Gedanken rasen ohne Ruh.
Die Uhr tickt langsam in dunklen Bänden,
die Luft erfüllt von leerem Du.
Die Decke warm,doch Herz so kalt,
verloren in dem dunklen Licht.
Die Nacht erzählt, was keiner hält,
ein Schatten flüstert meine Pflicht.
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Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously.
Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her.
The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots.
She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end ironically, saved her from it.
Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...
We will catch you, always.
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