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Introspection stacked upon introspection is just for you and maybe 2 or 3 bored people. You're absolutely your own job, but at some point, maybe stop moving the furniture and telling me how good it is, only to see it tomorrow and wash... repeat.

Sit down for chrissake. Feel the room and let it breathe. You created it. Stop describing it and focusing on what's not quite right and how it's going to be better tomorrow. Today! It's your home and you've wasted enough time. If you can't relax there, then where?

I think I'd like to know you, but your rescripted misery keeps me away.

"I'LL KILL YOU, BITCH!"
It's a banner day. It's like I just got my wings. After five million years online, I got my first Internet death threat, all in caps, too. With punctuation, because I am hated by literate trolls. I love that. So they rolled out the red carpet for that f*** you. Perhaps there will be more, but she'll always be my first.

What was the source of her ire you ask? Poetry. She lost her crap on a writers site where I post. I love me a passionate reader, but who knew I could provoke murder? It's a nice feeling.

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Maro
12:23 Aug 13 2026

Murder, did someone say murder? I've received my share of death threats.

Some have been in person. It gets really awkward when someone standing in front of you makes the threat.

Protect yourself if necessary...

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Morrigon
18:58 Aug 13 2026

That must have been one HELL of a poem!

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Joli
01:10 Aug 14 2026

I love you, Morri!

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Joli
01:11 Aug 14 2026

Hello there, Maro. Thanks... I'll do that

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I define myself, in part, by how I choose to treat you.

Here's the truth of my heart, for those who quietly read my words, for those who maybe look here for themselves. The one who hurt me wasn't even aiming for me. I know that. I was collateral damage in their story. But their story isn't my story. And I wish them happiness and peace. They know that. They probably always knew that, but felt they needed to do what they did for reasons I don't need to know or understand. That's the truth of unconditional love. The shape of that love is very different now, and I lost my curiosity when forgiveness was also my truth.

I write about joy and newness. I love my new life and this season...but that's kind of me. I tend to be a grateful and happy person. I also write about hurt and other feelings, but they're always released. I don't want to hold splinters in my heart. I have to live with me, to lie down with me...I have to give grace and hope to receive it, too.

If you're spending one moment worrying that I harbor any negative thoughts about you, know that I do not. Most likely, I never did. I know that I wasn't a target. I know that my hurt was incidental and I'm very good in this season of discovery. I'm here if you need or want to talk. I'm here if you don't. Be good to yourself and never read yourself into my words when I'm sorting through my stuff.

For years, I have used the word, 'you" when I write. 9 times out of 10, it's a generic pronoun that helps me play with my own tangled thoughts or need to exorcise a moment. It's never you. It's never him. It's never her. Just me over here doing my best. Even now. I hope this gives "you" some comfort. Again, please be good to yourself, you.