life
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Silence. I am sitting in an empty room surrounded by chairs and tables. There is no one here to witness my insanity. I danced around this room to loud music. I skipped around tables and jumped around chairs. It was exhilarating to act childish in public but to an empty audience. It was liberating. More
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I am currently at the place in life where the lines between childhood and adulthood begin to blur. No, I am not in my adolescence. I am in my 20s. I argue that this time is as equally confusing and possibly more confusing than adolescence. Being in my 20s means that I am no longer
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My life has taken a strange turn over the past five years. I began university at a school that I believed would be the only place for me. I was SO wrong. That university ended up being the worst place for me despite the fact that I met some great people. I ended up transferring
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Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015) For as long as I can remember, I have chased the idea of perfection. I don’t know from where this idea came. It’s been a part of me for so long that I no longer know what I am chasing. It’s become a phantom that I cannot see. I know
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I would wait for you Except you will always be Unattainable
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Someone said to me Paper is your violin A pen is your bow
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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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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.
Trapped In The Margins 
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