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I stood in front of the bathroom mirrorthis morning and stared at myself for along time. I don't recognize myself thesedays. My face surprises me. It ..
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There is a myriad of words that I amafraid to say. They echo in my headand dance on the tip of my tongue likea taunt, never taking the leap off of the..
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I told my father today that mytunnel does not have a light at theend of it. It has no illuminated end.It offers no focal point to measuredistance by, ..
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i wish that you were here next to me.that i could see you. hold you. hear your voice.smell you. taste you in the air. i wish that icould sit with you...
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You are the glue holding me togethertoday. I feel like I'm falling apart, butthe heartstring that plays your song onrepeat beats strong, and sturdy, a..
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My heart feels thingsso very deeply. On the gooddays, I am glad for it, andeven welcome it. On thosedays, it feels swelling joyin a sudden breeze; it ..
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To love you is an act ofrevolution. Not of war, for waris too hard of a word todescribe us. My heart, we arean uprising of peace.We are soft in our se..
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The light of your constellationkeeps me awake, a cold, unreachablepaleness amidst a black infinity.I reach out, fingers straining upwardsthrough space..
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I am a lover of simpleprofound things: the goldensunshine rising in the morning;the contrasting warmth of hot cideragainst the biting cold of winter;b..
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My life has become a series ofcountdowns: countdowns to happiness,countdowns to freedom, countdowns to love,coutndown to healing. To the day whenthe a..
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