universe
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It’s quite an epidemic it seems, among poets and writers alike, that those who speak of mental illness the most find the universe to an inexhaustible source of inspiration. I myself find it a fascinating and never tiring source of hope and quiet peace in a lot of ways. I found myself wondering what about
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I was not a girl made of subtlety. I was built of grand gestures and strong will. I cross lines and speak my mind entirely too much for my own good. When I am angry the Lord himself can feel my rage and I make no apology for the way I bleed when I’ve been
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It was beautiful the way she held the world in her smile and the stars in her eyes. You couldn’t help but trust her. Like knowing if you handed her all your demons she would take each one, break them down, and put them away where they couldn’t hurt you anymore. She would silence all
I Would Rather Be In Bed 