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September 15, 2016
A very personal autobiographical open poem about finding myself.
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SadnessIs nota woundthat needs healing.Sadness is the stitchesthat tie you back together:
Painfulwhen the needle pierces your skin,but necessaryto ma..
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It hurts.I know it does.But if you ask me where the painis coming from, I'll say I have no idea.And I will be spekaing the truth.You see, I don't reme..
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I don't have a father.He is not dead. He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.He did not completely..
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You Yes, you, beautiful soul that reaches for the stars with a twinkle in your eyes and doesn't settle for less than your dreams.You, the hurt and bea..
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We grew apart in silenceAnd let life deal the handThat would eventually murderWhatever life we had.We hoped and prayed each eveningThat the past would..
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I was told pain fades, but my scars won’t leave me. Nothing hurts more than the ashes in the sky, making me whole.I was told hope dies last, b..
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