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I am human: Don’t become a plaything in love.
I will be treated with decency in every circumstance, in love, in hate, and in all that resides in between. You should demand this, too. I am not your toy.I…
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Searching for Meaning With Free Writing
Writing for collective joy, writing through individual pain. Is the meaning all the same? It’s been a while since I’ve written on a blank page. I don’t always know exactly…
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The Pain That We Marry, But Are Not Defined By
We grow with it. We grow to endure it. But we cannot let it become who we are. “When you say ‘I am in pain,’ there is the pain and…
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Learning to Love, Tragedy by Tragedy
Our love will rise from the ashes. We will become better beings. I learned to love you, Slowly. I won’t leave you. Our love almost feels holy. See, we have…
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Resolving Past Relationships
In time, we will find our resolve. You show up in the most unexpected of places. I go here and there, and I keep finding our faces. I see the…
My Mind and Body Walk Together Sometimes
Eventually, I hope that we come into ourselves and find unison. Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash The cold creeps into my door some nights. It happens seemingly as the…
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Does life have to be meaningful?
Rebellious mindfulness in persistence of the unknown. The meaning that is found in this life is sometimes scattered and uneven. Some of us find it in religion, others in our…
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The Absence of Time
Time passes slowly and quickly all at once. I can’t catch it. Neither can I run away from it. It’s with me while it passes me by. It mocks me…
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Hope for holding on to the memories of you, not the relationship that we had
Poetic prose of reminiscence and fear that our memories may fade away one day. I don’t have a single picture of you. But the thought of you has not yet…
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A Painful Lack of Memory That I Attempt to Mend With My Pen
When missing time with your family turns to years, it starts to become painful. How will we heal? Sometimes the quiet feels too loud. It is then that I feel…
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