Nawt Your Fault

Not every crack means you failed.
Some of them are proof that you survived something.

We carry marks from love, from loss, from trying our best.
That doesn’t make us broken.
It makes us real.

Be kind to yourself. You are still becoming.

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Heartbreak isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it lives in quiet corners of the mind,
in the empty spaces of rooms, in the weight of your own thoughts.

You carry the cracks alone,
and that’s okay.

You’re still here, still breathing, and that’s proof of strength.

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Some hearts don’t know how to love halfway.
They give everything, even when it hurts.

I’m learning that feeling deeply is not a weakness,
it just needs boundaries.

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#143

Some truths exist only in darkness.
We search for answers where there are none,
and learn to carry questions we cannot solve.

The night doesn’t apologize for being dark.
Neither should you for feeling lost.

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Some days the weight lifts a little.
The cracks are still there, but so is the light.

Healing ain't sudden, and it ain't perfect.
It’s small moments like this that remind us :
You are allowed to feel lighter.

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Some feelings have no name.
They linger in corners we try to forget,
in the spaces between breaths, between words.

The darkness doesn’t judge, it just exists,
and we exist within it.

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The weight of what we’ve lost doesn’t vanish.
It lingers in quiet corners of our mind, in the pauses between breaths.

And yet, we keep moving...
silently, steadily, because we have no choice but to.

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There’s a silence inside that doesn’t echo anywhere.
Some parts of us disappear slowly,
and we carry their absence like it was always ours.

— nawtyourfault

Some stories don’t end loudly.
They just become lessons we carry quietly.

If you felt this, you’re not alone.

— nawtyourfault

I didn’t come out of it the same.
Not worse.
Just quieter, more careful, and a little less whole.