I cannot walk through the grief for you. I would if I could. I cannot cry the tears that pour like a fountain. I would…
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How much money and greed is worth even one life? Shame on you, politicians for not having the decency and moral conscience to fight for…
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You don’t have to like my politics or my opinions Even my race, gender, social status, mental health That’s fine by me All I ask…
Leave a CommentPlease do not underestimate the fragile girl who has been broken. The grown woman inside has climbed the barbed wire, jagged and cut, bleeding deeply…
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Chasing the Sun Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and wasted…
Leave a CommentSomeday when I leave this place, I hope to be remembered as honest and kind through all the bullshit and blessings. I will miss the…
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A Bag is a Bag, or Not When your fifteen-year-old knock off ‘Balenziaga’ bites the dust, you cry a little. (Canal Street, NYC score, I had…
Leave a CommentMirror Mirror This body of mine carried me through days of sophisticated lies and ambition. This body of mine has been home to shame, trials…
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#CHICKLITMAY BOOK BOYFRIEND BLOG HOP IS LIVE! The hop begins Monday, May 15th through Sunday, May 21st. 30 fierce chick lit authors will post a piece on…
Leave a CommentI must get moving I suppose haunted by a past and future, overly cautious and wickedly sentimental. I must walk in the present decked out…
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