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On This Day (Anna ’97 – ’06)
On this day an Angel was born ten years agoOne with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seenOn this day the Lord had called her homeThe one with the straightest blond hairOn this day family and friends gather aroundSaying their last words to the lovely girlOn this day nobody said the words “Goodbye”Instead, they… Continue reading
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Rest
Go rest now precious one,Your life in eternity has just begun.Now you can walk, your legs are brand new,All of heaven is now in your view.Look all around, it’s all in your sight,There will never be another dark night.Flowers and jewels, the street of pure gold,I can just imagine the smile on your face as… Continue reading
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Where Did Our Almost go?
I said I needed distanceI said I needed spaceBut now I lie awake wonderingWhy the silence feels heavierThen anything we ever sharedI miss the way you touched meLike you weren’t sure if you shouldYet somehow you always knewI wanted you toI miss the way we flirtedIn that soft, secret languageOnly we seemed to understandA smile,… Continue reading
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Distance Between
Once, his words were lanterns – Soft flames drifting toward me,Lightning corners I didn’t know were dark.Laughter moved like music,And the air was warm with maybe.Now, the melody falters – He steps back,And silence grows strongI watch the spaces widen,A quiet oceanWhere no bridge will hold.The thought lingers – A fragile petal pressed between pagesWhat… Continue reading
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Sad but Hopeful (Mirror)
I paused at the mirror todayCaught off guard by a flicker of recognitionA shadow of the girl I used to beRising beneath the surfaceBut the moment slipped awayLeaving me staring at a faceThat knows how to smileEven when the heart beneath it tremblesHer eyes tell the truthHer voice never doesThey hold storms behind their shineQuiet… Continue reading
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Things Little Girls Deserve
I was just a child, small hands, soft voice,no armor, no shield, no way to outrun the stormthat were my father’s face.They say daddies are supposed to hugtheir little girls – wrap them in warmth,teach them the world is safe.But his hands were thunder,and I learned to flinchbefore I learned to read.They say daddies are… Continue reading
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Rooting For You
When the days feel endless and the nights grow long,When the drills seem heavy and the steps feel wrong.Remember this truth when the struggle breaks through:You’re not alone – someone believes in you.Bootcamp was made to test every part,To challenge your body, your will, and your heart.But quitting’s a whisper you never should hear,Because strength… Continue reading
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Keep Marching Forward
When the weight feels heavy, and the road seems long,When your heart is weary, and you’re not feeling strong.Remember, each stumble is part of the climb,Each trail you face is a test of time.Bootcamp is built to push past your fear,To show you the strength that was always here.Quitting may whisper, but don’t let it… Continue reading
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My Demons
The demons are getting loudernot sure how long it’ll beFor them to come out of my headnot sure how strong I can stayTheir voices are getting strongernot sure if I can keep fightingI can feel that I’m getting weakerI’m getting tired of the fightEverybody says they care, but do theyThey say they’re there for you,… Continue reading
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The Quiet Ache of Wanting
He walked in, looking amazing, and I felt myself light up under his gaze.But as I replay each moment, I wonder – did I lose sight of who I am?What started out as simple exchanges became months of blurred boundaries.He never spoke of her, and I never asked, but was that my own denial?When I… Continue reading
Quiet Hour 