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I didn't have the words until I startedbleeding them onto the page.They tell you about a God who provides and parents who protect, but they don't tell you how to breathe when your world falls apart anyway. This is the heartbreak no one warned me about-the kind that makes the silence feel like a scream.Poetry became my escape. It was the only way to ventthe pressure, turning the jagged pieces of my life into something beautiful.In the middle of the mess, I found Jesus waiting in the ink, turning my "whys" into a path toward a success I never thought I'd see.These poems are the record of my survival. They are the blood, the bone, and the slow, steady process of becoming whole again.The wreckage wasn't the end. It was the beginning.
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