Chaldemone

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Fearless

My mother was a queen, or she might as well have been one. Everyone we knew obeyed and respected her. She taught me to be strong and independent, that there was nothing to be afraid of, for one day I would be taking her place; but it wasn’t long before I grew bored of life in our house, and I decided to venture out and roam the lands. Where I went didn’t matter; it was all new to me. The path I took eventually led me to the home of a giant, where I stopped briefly to rest. As I gazed across the giant’s toys sprawled on the grass – pins the height of men and balls large enough to topple them – I felt compelle

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everyday heroes: a letter by Chaldemone, literature

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everyday heroes: a letter

to those who aren't afraid to smile at strangers; to those who love freely and speak openly; to the select few who neither overestimate nor underestimate their own worth; to the ones who aren't afraid of making the first move, but refuse to be reckless with others' hearts; to those who don't know jealousy or choose to ignore it; to those who seek permission before acting, but forgive others and themselves, to those who teach others how to do these things; to everyone who proves that life is worth living,

Why I hate apologies: by Chaldemone, literature

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Why I hate apologies:

== 24 December 2008 == "Why did you do it?" I paused, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "I mean, what were you thinking?" "I wasn't thinking." You eked out through your stammering. "I just want to know why. What was going through that thick skull of yours?" Containing my frustration was an impossible task. "I just. I wanted to make you happy." == 20 May 2007 == "Are you okay?" I nodded, though I hadn't the courage to look up at you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," you say over and over and over again. You gave me a look of pity as I sat in the corner formed by my bed and my desk, my knees p

Notes to self: by Chaldemone, literature

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Notes to self:

To my younger self: Run away. Do it fast. Look up emotional rape. Get help with emancipation. It's hard, I know, but I'm stuck now where I know you didn't want to be. Trust yourself, most of all. I can't emphasize this enough. I know you were taught not to, but please believe in me, in us. Avoid that first fall, because even now, I don't know if I'm standing or crawling. I don't know if I ever cared to get back up. Where I am now, I have no regrets. But you shouldn't have to accept the things that I've finally come to terms with. You deserve more than I ever gave myself credit for. Take what you need and run. Just run. You're

13.07.2011 by Chaldemone, literature

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13.07.2011

Darkangel, You and I, we had some unfinished business. There were so many things I wanted to say to you today, but didn't. I didn't because I knew that words were meaningless, as hurtful as they could be, not because I was scared of confronting you (well, there may have been a bit of that too), but because I knew upon seeing you that if I sat down and talked with you, I would end up in tears. I wonder if you wanted to say something, if you wanted to defend yourself, not knowing how much thought I've already put into your defense. I wanted to say so many things to you; even now that lingers. P

Things I sometimes wanted to say . . . by Chaldemone, literature

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Things I sometimes wanted to say . . .

. . . things I'm not sure you ever wanted to hear. But it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe it never did. 20 November 2011 2. I woke up today the way I used to every day - feeling tired of everything. The world is too much right now. And all I want to do is sleep and not wake up. I've had enough. More than enough. And yet it seems I never quite get what I actually need, whatever that is. I barely left my room today. Sometimes I feel as if, my entire life, I have been trying to run away from myself. Sometimes I wonder if, even in death, I wil