Syrine Gladys Podadera
I write to remember and to forget.
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Just So You Know, He’s Hurting Just As Much As You
He looked at you and saw what could be. Despite his fears of trying and getting hurt again, he reached out and you let him.
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Thank You For Giving Me Nothing
It turned out, nothing was the best thing you could ever give. The nothing inside me created enough space for something to grow — love. But this time, it's the love for myself; for who I was, who I am, and who I can become.
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You’re Hurting Now, But Someday You’ll Be Okay
The wounds will heal, the tears will stop, and the pain will disappear.
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You’re Kind, But You’re Tired
You're tired of trusting too much only to get left behind the moment you start thinking they're worth the risk.