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"Words I wanted to say - before it was too late" is a collection of poetry-styled short essays that reflect on self-love, healing from trauma, and friendships and relationships. Each of the standalone texts takes the reader directly into the mind of the author as she contemplates life through relatable words and thoughts.
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To Isaac,
who inspired me to follow my dream and write this book.
Thank you for believing in me.
Take my hand
Regrets
Change
Self-staging
Don’t rush
Rebel
Birthday
Scapegoat
Flight
I’m sorry
September
Blackout
Happiness
Pre-teen
Heart
Goodbye
Hope
Symbiosis
Acceptance
June 3rd
Mirror thoughts
Calm
Warrior
Hopelessness
Embracing
Illusions
Rescue
Hercules
Weather
Purpose
Letter to myself
Avoidant
Solitude
Detached
Sister
Abandoned
Self-love
Heroes
Self-pity
Reflections from the sunrise
Power
Fear
Self-hate
Caption
Inner conflict
New beginnings
Delete account
Comparisons
Realizations
Bang
History repeats
Uncertainty
Broken
Moonlight
Sunday
Healing
Tribe
Alive
Reminder
Stubbornness
Ambition
Choices
Second chances
Meant to be
Sunshine
My darkness is not others’ burden to carry.
Although my light often feels like the glow of a match,
I try to shine like the sun.
I have learned to find my way through life, even blindfolded.
But how nice it would be… if only someone would hold my hand as I made my own way out into the light.
The worst thing I ever did was to let the world convince me that I am unlovable.
The light within me has to shine as bright as my love for everyone else.
What's the point of being able to see my own beauty
when the world is doing its best to show me my ugliness?
Am I really full of self-love or am I just lying to myself in the fear of changing?
My stubbornness is my very best and very worst quality.
It gives me the strength to hold on to the root of all that I am.
It limits me from changing so that I can become the person I have always dreamed of.
It's funny how I can be so indifferent to other people's opinions and so desperate to be seen at the same time.
The universe is screaming at me to become someone else.
I refuse.
It's funny how we're all looking for something that's real, but at the same time we're so obsessed with staging our lives to convince other people that we are flawless.
It should all be easy.
Inauthentic feelings.
No sincerity.
It should be fun.
Quick.
Replaceable.
We pretend that everything ends well. But we are afraid to take the step.
We get so used to pretending that we run away when the surface gets scratched.
Everyone says they don't think about other people's thoughts. But why do they try so hard to control their image?
You cannot decide how others see you.
Sooner or later the truth comes out, but nevertheless it is observed through people's own self-image.
And the things about us that make others uncomfortable are something they themselves lack.
What makes them run away is something they are running from within themselves.
Time is running out.
We are all so busy just getting through the days.
We're counting down to the big things.
But what about the time in between?
Why do we let precious moments go to waste hoping for something better?
I hope people don't realize what's important until it's too late.
Duct tape over my mouth.
Straight back.