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Smiling on the shore is easy when you’re not the one drowning 🌊💔 #SaltInMyLungs #DrowningSilently #UnseenBattles #Sadness #overwhelmed
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He wanted loyalty, silence, and sex. I wanted a hug and a heart. We weren’t the same species. I was feeding hearts and hoping for hugs. He was serving ego with a side of silence. #HeartSpeak #WriterLife #HealingJourney #ModernRomance #StopBeggingForLove #LoveIsMutual #EmotionalStarvation #AuthenticConnections #BlackGirlWriter #BloggersKE
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He wasn’t the storm. He was the calm after it. And somehow, that scared me more. #Unraveling #FictionMood #SoftDanger
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🌧️ A soft day turned stormy. He held my hand like a question — I answered by not letting go. But sometimes the past knocks when you least expect it… and the quiet ones? They’re the ones to watch. #MinnieAndPatty #SoftDanger #UninvitedGhosts #QuietLovers #StrangerInMyHouse #FictionSnippet #EmotionalFiction #ProtectiveButUnknown #WhenHeKnocked #StoryUnfolds #KenyanGirlTales #HeartInTension
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I knocked. I waited. I loved loudly. Now I’m quiet. Not bitter—just done. And my silence? That’s the goodbye. #SoftGoodbye #HealingHeart #PoeticTruth #Healing #Growth #SoftGoodbye #EmotionalTruth #TiredHeart #NoMoreChasing #IGCaptions #WritingFromTheHeart
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✨He knew things I never told him. And somehow, that scared me more than it soothed me. A connection? A trap? Maybe both. But one thing’s for sure—Patty was already changing my story. Whether I wanted him or not.✨ #StoryInShadows #MysteryMan #SoftDanger #LateNightThoughts #FictionMeetsFeeling #NewChapterUnfolding
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He arrived without warning, like a secret I never meant to keep. No grand gestures. No explanations. Just a man I still don’t fully know… and maybe never will. But he’s here. And for now, that’s enough. #Unexpected #Connection #SoftMystery #PattyAndMinnie #LetItBe
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I am bidding my farewell to the past, to the blind version of myself who refused to see things for what they truly were. It’s finally time to walk away. This place, once so familiar, has become a tortured ground. A haunted house where the ghosts knew me by name, where the walls whispered my
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Today, I sit on the sidelines—not broken, but healing. The tables I built now seat others, yet I remain, gathering strength. This is my journey back to myself. Read the full story—link in bio
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The narrator reflects on their flight home, feeling disoriented and disconnected after parting from Patty. Despite the weight of uncertainty, Patty reaches out with a supportive message. This interaction evokes mixed emotions, leaving the narrator both hopeful and apprehensive about the future and their feelings for him.
Insight of a Kenyan Girl 