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Someone said to me Paper is your violin A pen is your bow
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I was named after the strongest women that my father knew. Two forces worked their way through my veins. Two storms that could never be quieted. The ghost of one began to slowly break through my skin. I had been marked. There is no way to shake the weight of the dead from my skin.…
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Today is my one year anniversary of starting this new wordpress blog. I deleted my previous account because there were people following it that I wanted to avoid. I didn’t really dedicate myself to this account until February when I wrote my first post titled “Welcome to Adulthood.” I want to welcome all of my…
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Dancing to the beat of my own drum. Singing the words to songs never written down. I long for the day that the world stops spinning out of control. There is no end to this madness. Only a girl and the songs inside her bones. Hoping one day that they’d break so that those songs…
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recovery is a tricky word for me. it means that i am no longer the person that I was. isn’t this what I wanted? i don’t know who I am without my demons. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t battling something. what do I do without something to fight against? when does I…
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I don’t know what’s more twisted, my dear. The fact that I let you go Or The fact that you keep coming back. Maybe I’m the one that returns But Only in moments of weakness Like This one.
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I have spent almost two months in Siena, Italy. Siena is located in the Tuscany region of Italy. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage site due to the ancient wall that surrounds the city. I happen to live in an apartment that has a beautiful view of the city. My life in Siena is beautiful, tiring,…
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I am not as strong. I have to be sure. To describe my feelings Toward you. Dear future me, you’ve got a storm coming.
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I am concrete. I am hard yet porous. I am cracked concrete. Beautiful AND Dangerous. I am wet concrete. I take the shape of where I am poured. I am all of these things and more. You never knew how complex concrete could be. If only you stopped to take notice.
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Yesterday was the end of an era. I got my clean slate after all. I am done digging up skeletons. I will put this shovel to good use. It’s time to plant some trees and flowers. The world could use some more beauty Instead of madness.
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