➜🍀𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𖤐𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡꙳ ⊹ 。
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❛❛In the hidden chambers of my soul, pain echoes its refrain,
A raw melody, a ballad of enduring disdain.
In the quiet aftermath, resilience stirs,
A personal pilgrimage to self, where true healing occurs.
The wounds, not just skin-deep, but etched in my core,
Yet, within the darkness, seeds of strength I explore.
I navigate this path of self-reckoning,
No apologies made, no guilt for the mending I'm beckoning.
I carry the weight of hurt, a heavy load,
But within that burden, seeds of self-love are sowed.
No more apologies for seeking my own light,
In the shadows, I find my might.
I wrap my wounds in the embrace of self-care,
A personal odyssey, unraveling layers laid bare.
The echoes of pain metamorphose into a song,
A personal anthem, where I've been and where I belong.
No apologies for choosing my well-being,
As I rise from the ashes, a soul, slowly freeing.
No more carrying the weight of others' expectations,
I embark on this journey, no justifications.
In the silent moments, I tend to my soul,
Unapologetically healing, making myself whole.
For the journey to self, no apologies at my feet,
A soul rekindling its flame, authentic and sweet❞.
- Jill Riley
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