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A poison I drink made by my own hands- the only thing that can truly destroy me is myself. My need to tear away from the past is crucial to my own sur..
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Just one of my crazier moments.
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Let this one speak to you. I don't need to say much more than what my tired fingers have typed.
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A time when I questioned my Faith. I felt prisoner, secluded and shackled. I felt cold, as if every breath I took was drawing black oil into my lungs...
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When our dream dies, how do we recover. Rehab? My heart walks on a crutch, and my head lies in a coma. When our dream dies, how do we recover?
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What happens when there is no mask to hide ourselves under? Nothing to compose ourselves, no one to hold us together. When glue melts and paint peals,..
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Feelings, emotional context. Why does it seem at points in our lives that we feel a lack of the emotion meant to be conveyed. We feel cold, uncaring. ..
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The life of Seasons, and its majestic creatures. One can only think of the perspective of a simple, elegant dragonfly.
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Often time we give ourselves to others, for others. We try to be "convenient." Not stepping on anyones toes. We give encouragement, good advice, but w..
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