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i have a problematic relationship with not the world just everyone who lives in itfor the most part, i think we are just sleepwalking human machines who are scared to dream, question, answer, believe, take action, embrace and heal ( Read more... )

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this little boy used to believe in lovei ask her if she'd like another cup of tea and am left with a disgruntled look, a sigh like moaning, the smoke of her breath curling up in the cold air like a prophet of her disillusionment. she has been crying on and off for the past hour and a half and every time i ask her a question that is unrelated to ( Read more... )

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this little boy has no home"we used to hide in this tree house we made, it was small and warm. we told people we were going for long walks but always ended up there. it was my second favorite place, the first being my mother's arms, you know but then she passed away that year.. i was, eleven or twelve, i think i had to have been twelve because i ( Read more... )

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the biggest problem at hand recently is that i think i can only define myself in terms of what i am/am not currently doing or who i am/am not in the process of working to become rather than where i feel i am and honoring just that. . . constantly forced to push away my own needs/wants and conform to the traditions of others... who brainwashed me ( Read more... )