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My sister told me to come back here and start writing again. Somewhere a switch was suddenly lifted in my brain, mostly because I was accutely aware of how much love that sentence carried and it was delivered to me so nonchalantly. I remember being so passionate about constructing my emotions on the keyboard ( Read more... ) -
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I think confronting the most vulnerable parts of yourself- to come into contact with such complex sensitivities is only what brave people do. And I am the biggest coward I know, for fear that I might be introduced to the inability to fix whatever that is hurting - to do the work of reconstruction after a personal unravelling and the constant ( Read more... ) -
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I never knew the lessons I'd be learning at 28 could be so simple yet so eye-opening. I would have never thought I would say this but life just handed me a trophy for being a late bloomer. I mean I've always knew I enjoyed the slower pace - to take time to set out before any embarkment but never knew I could actually miss the whole party. Maybe. I' ( Read more... ) -
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Open up, I'll listen, every word I'll breathe it in and hog it up
But I can't read your eyes
They're like melted braille on ice
All ears propped up like Dumbo
Might seem like I'm timid no
You don't gotta sugar coat
I can take it like a Fentanyl
Open your soul
Show me your soul
Tell me all your feelings
I wanna know more -
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What is feeling at home if not being understood - by the surroundings, by speech and the tandem of both. It's where the pieces click into a flush fit.
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