Poetry
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Do you ever just feel ugly? I don’t mean looking in the mirror and being unsatisfied with the reflection. Realistically, everyone has experienced that at least once in their lifetimes and most likely, more than once. There is room for body positivity, but I also feel there’s room for seeing our shortcomings and letting it
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It’s taken me a long time. I mean years and years of screaming into some dark, uncaring void. Some void filled with my insanity and pain I kept trying to mask as normalcy. Funny thing about normal, we spend so much of our time trying to portray some perceived normal we have built in our
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i have always been built of bones, structured from the ground up sutured together with arteries and veins, red and blue, pulled together and weaved through feeding me life of some kind or another as they ought to do pull those bones tight together with muscles and tendons wrapped around with ligaments, building a home
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I find greeting cards dull and unimaginative. They try, they really do try. They do come close to the essence of human emotion. I think, perhaps the real problem is I feel everything too deeply, too sharply, in too much descriptive detail. Anytime I’ve ever bought a card for someone I have to buy one
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“There is not some exquisite beauty, without some strangeness on the proportion.” – Edgar Allan Poe I always found it odd, call it poetic justice if you will, when a literary quote you’ve carried with you for so long finally clicks into place in your life. I could spin you a tale of my life
I Would Rather Be In Bed 