Tag: Authenticity
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The Scars Ain’t Free
The scars ain’t free.Every one you see, was paid for by me. People look at the exterior like that tells the story—the model year, the paint, the shine. They think life is as simple as what something looks like sitting still. But anyone who’s ever driven a real machine knows the truth: It’s not the…
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A Firm Hand Can’t Hold Water
A firm hand can’t hold water.Most people forget that. They walk through the world with their fingers locked tight, their posture rigid, their shoulders high—convinced that strength is something loud, hard, unbending. Convinced that the tighter they clench, the more control they have. Okay. Sure.But try it. Hold your hand out flat.Straight. Fingers locked.Tense.Like you’re…
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When you Say ‘More’ to Daddy
you whisper you want more—but it’s the way you look at Me when you say itthat tells the truth. That tilt of your chin.That shy-bold breath.That little tremor you try to hidewhen My hand settles warm and firmat the back of your neck. Yeah… Daddy sees all of it. you think I don’t notice the…
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Stop Dying Politely
The storm doesn’t knock. It kicks the damn door in. One minute you’re steady, the next you’re standing in the wreckage of everything you swore was “fine,” with the wind clawing at your back like it’s daring you to finally choose yourself. And you can’t bargain with it; you can’t wait it out. Storms don’t…
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Tell Me Where It Hurts
Tell me where it hurts.Not the surface pain—not the sting that fadesor the shiver that lives skin-deep—but the place you hide from yourself.The fault line under the breath.The trembling beneath the obedience. Because I don’t want the bruise this time.I want the bruise before the bruise—the secret ache you pretend isn’t thereuntil My hands make it honest.…
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Champagne Problems
We love to act like our lives are falling apart—while sitting in air conditioning, sipping $7 lattes, and complaining the Wi-Fi isn’t fast enough to stream our favorite show in 4K. I call it champagne problems. The kind of “struggles” where you’re still holding a glass of bubbly while you bitch. Your barista got your…
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From the Mouth of Babes
Ever heard the phrase “from the mouth of babes”? It’s an old saying that means sometimes truth comes from the ones too young to know they’re supposed to soften it. Kids don’t filter honesty. They don’t shape it to protect egos or avoid discomfort. They just say what they see. Adults?We learn to hide the…
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Still Doing Time
I’m running slower than my demons can fly. They circle overhead, wings slicing through the air, always waiting for me to trip so they can descend. Every breath is heavy. Every step feels like I’m dragging myself through tar while they glide effortlessly above me. My darkness shines like a signal flare—too bright to hide,…
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They Don’t Die, They Just Stop Showing Up
Losing people who are still alive hits different. There’s no funeral, no closure—just silence dressed up as distance. You tell yourself it’s life, but deep down, you know when absence is intentional. This one’s for everyone who’s ever realized, too late, that they were the only one still sitting at the table.
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ALL RISE: THE SOUL VS. THE SELF
A courtroom of the mind. The witnesses are the emotions. This isn’t about punishment—it’s about coming home to yourself. All Rise: The Soul vs. The Self is a six-act reckoning where Fear, Sadness, Love, and Anger take the stand. What begins as prosecution ends as understanding. If it hits, share it with someone who’s still…
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