Raw Poetry
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I didn’t just twist my ankle; I didn’t just scrape my knee. This isn’t a “Rub some dirt in it” Kind of pain. This isn’t a broken bone, This isn’t surgery recovery. No – this feels like My chest ripped open,My heart torn out. This is the hurt people sing about. The kind that lingers,The
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What’s worse than heartbreak? The not-knowing. The half-truths and lingering doubts that make moving on impossible. Break It Right is a raw, confessional poem about craving a clean break—even if it hurts more—because at least then the pain would bring clarity.
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A raw and honest poem about love, loss, and the fear of losing yourself again while capturing the pull of toxic love and the journey back to yourself.