writing
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Please stop holding on I was never yours to have Reclaiming my soul
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You cannot leave me Dig down deep, you know the truth Because you are mine
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Your love so took me Surprise is not the right word It felt like kismet
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I romanticized Manila at one point and said that things weren’t THAT bad. My inane attempt at deluding myself worked but it didn’t work on my family and friends. They knew what I went through because I was vocal about my problems for the first time. My closest friends and family saw how much of
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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 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
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I hate you. Plain and simple, isn’t it? No, because nothing is ever plain or simple. This deeply rooted hate stems from a place of even greater love. A love that was ruined by a revelation. A revelation that involved an adulterous affair and a child born out of wedlock. The signs were there all
Trapped In The Margins 