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Increased urges, where is the control? Just stay. For a few more seconds. Understand, selfishly, I just don..

High skies, drunk clouds. don’t let me in to let me out. Dear nightingale Do you fly high? ..

I used to hold a lot of hate in my heart, a lot of fear in my mind, a lot of pain under my skin. I would pretend t..

Am I just words defined by someone else? Holding on to the sayings in old books, old ideas of right and wrong-..

It’s Monday morning, the first of the month. Arthur eats a bagel with a tablespoon of peanut butter and drinks a cup of yesterday's leftover c..

He told me that he liked to watch the boats sail on the river on some early afternoons to pass the time. “It’s not because I’m l..

Today is one of those days. One of those days where your mother talks about your fa..