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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Oct 5, 2025
  • 1 min read

Now that I feel you behind me,

I can dance in the rain.


Now that I hear your silence,

I can sit with my pain.


Now that I see who you are,

it’s impossible to feel the same.


Time to move on,

remove the thorn.

Time to be born,

again.


Now that I recognize who you are,

I can wash away the bloodstains.


Now that I recognize me,

I can breathe,

I am free.


Now that I see who you are,

it’s impossible to feel the same.


Time to move on,

remove the thorn.

Time to be born,

again.


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Sunday, October 05, 2025


Today, something sparked in me, and I found myself writing another song.

There wasn’t anyone or anything in particular that inspired this piece, it just came together on its own.

I’ve been really enjoying the process of playing, exploring, and learning as I go.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.


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