Patterns repeat. Business. Economies. Empires. Relationships. They all recycle habits and events. Unless the fundamentals change.
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Endless Destructive Cycles
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Kintsugi Self
We are all broken. Yet in kinstugi I have filled my cracks not with silver nor gold, but something more precious. Purpose.
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A Virtual Hug
If I could have helped you avoid this pain I would have. But it was inevitable and so I try to help you hold it all together.
Today may not be the day I win. But today is not the day I give in.
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Arabian Nights
1001 Arabian nights Scheherazade spun tales. 1000 days I write poems for your love. Her life was spared.
Lifeguards are taught to save the drowning, but if they are flailing and harming the savior we kick back in self-protection, allowing you to fail before we save you from yourself.
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Insatiable 2
You are a liar and a user. You lie to everyone, yourself most of all. And you use anything and anyone to try and fill your voids. Insatiably hiding from yourself.
The bright blue eyes of the Irish are darkened like the sky over the sea as the storm rolls in. For my soul is roiled and lashed by pain and destroyed by your lies.
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Mutual Voids
Your emptiness has become my emptiness as I gave you my heart and you destroyed it in your heartlessness, so neither of us has anything.
You said I was the most creative person, always looking for new ways to make you smile to make you laugh to make you happy. You have gone above and beyond to find new ways to make me cry to hurt me and I don’t know why.