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I was in a creative slump for the last few months of 2021. I was not able to write anything of merit, except for one poem. I cherish that poem the most because I wrote it for the person that I am in love with. I do not say that lightly. I guess my creative
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I didn’t like what I created. I was given the gift of another’s heart But I decided to chip away at it slowly. Insecurities permeated every facet of my being. All I could do was leave. But I couldn’t. So I poured the poison filling my mind into the heart of my love. He stood
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I don’t know why I have given you so many chances We really are just strangers brought together by chance, connected through feelings Feelings that you cannot express Feelings that you try to repress out of fear that this could be something more than it already is Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my
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Desperate to be loved, by someone, by anyone Willing to play mind games, hoping the most fragile part of you won’t be broken. Thinking love is a game to be played and people are not human, Just conquests meant to be conquered and nothing more. Traveling to the ends of the earth for someone that
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I wrote my first WordPress post on my new site titled “Welcome to Adulthood” to a great response three years ago. It was passionate and informed which is why it was so well received. The posts that followed were less expressive and received little feedback so I withdrew from writing longer posts. I began to
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I’ve forgotten how it feels like to dream with my eyes closed To place my head on a pillow and slowly drift off to a palace of dreams To feel the overwhelming peace of drifting off to a time and place that’s quickly forgotten once I open my eyes I’ve forgotten how it feels to
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I am torn between Time zones, places, and people. What should a girl do?
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My definition of home has evolved over time. Home was New York, plain and simple. There was no other place like it for me. There was only one New York – always imitated but never duplicated. I know that many New Yorkers feel the same way. Our hometown pride is the reason that we’re called […]
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Someone said to me, It is so bad for your heart But good for your art
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“Titles are easy but content is difficult.” I find myself repeating this phrase to myself every time I want to write something here. WordPress used to be my safe haven on the Internet. It was a place where I could truly express myself without the fear of judgment from my peers. My use of the
Trapped In The Margins 