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spokespeaksspeccs · 1 month
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I know i’ll be okay?
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spokespeaksspeccs · 1 month
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I got a biopsy on my neck today at 2pm and it really hurts RIGHT NOW, is that normal? (It’s currently 11:36pm) It was a needle biopsy, but turning my head or touching it really hurts, also absolutely everything about that appointment was scary and triggering, but the doctor was really nice and sweet.
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spokespeaksspeccs · 2 months
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Also grieving Neo merging with Maji.
This will take time
I can’t rush what’s unfolding and growing
Even if it hurts
It’s needed to happen
I had to know
*goosebumps*
I had to know it all
Even if I didn’t wanna
I still don’t
But I have a therapist
Andre helped me get her
I’m very scared
I don’t know where or who I am
Andrea and Maji says it’ll be okay
But Specc keeps saying super scary things
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spokespeaksspeccs · 2 months
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I heard a quote at a conference “when we started being able to function as a system we stopped being able to function in the real world” and that really stuck because genuinely, that’s what it feels like, also a huge trigger for our sober parts to be questioned if we’re on drugs and look like we are, we aren’t. Not anymore. 3 years. -Andrea, Maji
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spokespeaksspeccs · 3 months
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Growing up in pain silently then going into the world thinking the toxicity was normal, only to be slapped in the face beaten the fuck down and mentally unable to cope with change, it’s not their fault, they contributed, but you’re not a kid anymore and their not legally your guardian anymore, the love seemed to fade as soon as I moved out, as if the unconditional love always had an end date that I didn’t know about. And now i feel like I’m crazy for wanting to be a kid again, I never felt like I was to begin with,
And now I can’t be,
It’s too late.
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spokespeaksspeccs · 5 months
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this is truly what it feels like
i'm sorry I hid behind my truths
behind my knowledge
that I portrayed what I said without holding it close to myself,
I grew the bone wrong
-unconsciously conscious mind body and soul,
I lost my directional way-
the ability to breath the fresh air,
unaware of the seasons and how beautifully they change
consumed in the space between
-clean air and going blind
breathing and opening my eyes,
shouldn't have to choose between breathing and feeling
-from bonding than growing
-from learning and loving
-from healing and changing,
this is truly what it feels like-
bound like an old book,
with their marbled faces and sewn in core-
old glue torn by every page turned
-holding strong
for the one holding it.
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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I don’t think you saw me, why didn’t you want to see me,
ME
I kept trying even when I was drowning,
I wasn’t honest
I wasn’t truthful
To how much pain I was going thru
Would you have wanted to hear?
To see,
Funny how deeply your face stuck
And how now I can’t see you at all
Can’t see,
Consciously drowning,
like opening my eyes in the ocean it burned-
but I could still kind of make out the shapes,
I drew them blindly,
Then..
But FUCK it hurt,
it burned,
it hurts,
I wish I could erase but I KNOW I have to learn from this,
So I will
I will continue to be open,
Continue to love,
Just-
Not blindly
Because at least now
I have my head above the surface,
I can breathe
I can see
And I’ve learned that I don’t want to open my eyes in the ocean again-
Unprepared
Choosing barely seeing over seeing clearly.
I will
Continue to love
I will
Continue to be open
But I also will
remember my damn mask
I will
Not swim blindly but instead in unison with the beauty of the sea.
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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Familiarity in the empty heart
Like a tummy growling in the morning after eating a big meal and then falling asleep, the expansion of it,
causing pain in the morning, false perceptions,
I wish I was just told the truth
I wish I could isolate myself out of feeling but instead I’m stuck in my growling heart
Hungry
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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Thank you guys
I’ve been doing so much traveling
and now I’m finally landing at where I need to be
I’m sorry I can’t see clearly anymore
That I picked and I lost and now
Now,,
There’s something biting at me all the time
leading me too far
You’ve become too far that I can’t even pull the memory of your face
Of anyones face
My head is filled with a mosh pit of lost souls
Or maybe just my own
,,
How did I become so engulfed I was blinded to the truth of how it goes
Every time I heal I choose the demons
That I always feared
That I fear
Consciously conscious
Fighting not to pull out my hair
I’m struggling to breath
Pain pain pain
I didn’t know that this was my place
Didn’t know this was who I reflect
To give and be
to be and give
A cycle
I’m Trapped in
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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Theres something chasing me
I can’t escape
Not the gods
But the perception of it
They speak my name
I can’t speak my name
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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I was told to be perfect to me, to learn to grow into the perfectness around me, like the little monarch caterpillars when they go into their cocoon, silently stranforming into there true form, they spend so long gathering strength and growing strong and then, in their most vulnerable stage they perfect the art of growing away from the world and into theirselves, this, is meditation in the most natural form,
Love is complex and I must remain dormant in my cocoon growing silently into my true form, I was told that once I master love all around me, to accept each being where they are right now instead of where they were or where they can be, to stay in love with all that surrounds me, then will I be able to channel my love into another, to emerge together and fly like butterfly’s alongside one another, we are each our little caterpillar, delicate and constantly growing and adapting to our surroundings to our elements, and remembering that precious energy is so vital when pursuing true love.
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spokespeaksspeccs · 6 months
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I feel so weak,
I know how to keep going but acceptance is hurting me,
I know I have to trust my truth but I don’t want to
It hurts
I want to grow from the pain but man does it hurt
I feel so drained and empty
So many losses follow
I miss the people I’ll never see again
And I miss the ones I can’t see again
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spokespeaksspeccs · 7 months
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You’re real you’re real you’re real you’re real you’re real you’re real you’re real,
I don’t want to be changed to be masked to be hidden,
To have my gifts taken by unknowers
To have my eyes removed by false messengers
To have my wrists bound by silence
I don’t want to be visibly open to be perceived as crazy to be viewed WRONG
I am here
Always have been
Always will be
I am real
We are real
I don’t want to be lost in my tomb forever
To be awoken when I die
To live a life that I don’t see
To be broken when I die
To not hear what’s here to be broken when I die
To not understand what’s true
To be blinded by propaganda
To be changed by stigma
To be dammed by eyes
I am real
I am awake
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spokespeaksspeccs · 7 months
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I feel like I can’t speak a word, can’t scream can’t cry
Can’t voice what’s going on to anyone
I’m just disappearing
Silently
Alone
Surrounded by people who scare me
Maybe just me
I don’t know anymore
What’s real
I hide away and then get scared to leave so I dissolve into emptiness stuck in a nightmare trapped in disguise
Tired of holding space to have mine stolen
I’m lost
I’m scared of everyone who surrounds me
Maybe just me
Inspo for writing (aka my hypnotic brain lock in to a beat while writing)
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spokespeaksspeccs · 7 months
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My dad told me to always expect and plan for the worst to happen,
I didn’t but then I looked in the mirror and I looked just like him
Not physically
Not but in the eyes
He with a big heart
Held space for so much love
Seen as a stone
Now
Built as a castle
He hides behind his work so long that it all feels pretend
I understand the life of the eyes behind the man
It hurts
It’s hollow
I don’t want to expect the worst
But the eyes explain why
Why I should
Why I should hide as well
I feel hollow
So I hide behind kaleidoscope eyes
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spokespeaksspeccs · 7 months
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Nothing feels real anymore, I wish I could feel truths beyond words that are never spoken but in truth I can’t hold depth beyond my own,
How do I
As an individual wanting to spread light,
With not light to spare
How do i?
As an individual wanting to love
Loving so deeply with so much open eyes matter,
love an individual made to matter;
love an individual made to matter;
love an individual made to matter;
A healer disguised as a solidier, I’ve reconciled my nature accepted that im one to talk,,,
to, yeah?
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spokespeaksspeccs · 7 months
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FIRSRT POST
Hey I write a lot of scattered words and hard topic poetry,
im trying to send messages but sometimes they hit really hard and unexpectedly,
there’s a lot being unpacked in my head, coming to terms with being an individual,
im sorry if my words are rough they hitting me so physical,
there’s energy that’s landing I don’t want to drown miserably,
So I speak to them,
Feel them empathetically
But
I feel so empty so lost,
anxiety,
fear
Wrote to this beat playing in the background…
Mmm
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