If I was your child would you grant me an open-hearted curiosity and gypsy spiritMight you discover the planet with me, all her beauty, heartache…
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The Highway Halfway Mark I wonder, I do. I cannot help but wonder what’s down the road from the place I have ever truly called home. The…
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There are a few things I know now by trial and error, when attention comes your way embrace it. Be brave enough to embrace and…
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If I show you the inside of my heart you might die of frostbite It’s black and frozen There are no cracks or crevices, no…
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It is after all, just a life. No bigger, no better. I have breathed more shades, more pain, more joy, more crazy, more fear, more…
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If you can live with gum on your shoe, sweat on your brow and frown lines quivering from your lip, well then I can too.…
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This picture popped up in my memories today on Facebook and made me smile. Michel and I fought, a lot. He thought I was spoiled.…
Leave a CommentPrecious heart you don’t fool me Not everyone is good, not everyone is kind Precious heart do not worry your sad little boombox beats Or…
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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