Writing
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That’s the problem with love these days. Oh, you weren’t expecting this post to start our quite like that? Well, in a world we live in today of constant thrill and immediate gratification we have pushed love into that same category of constant euphoria and we expect to feel that way all the time. Love?
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sometimes my heart bleeds…and i don’t know why sometimes my chest aches…and i don’t know why sometimes my head hurts…and i don’t know why sometimes my soul is filled up to the brim with heaviness…and i don’t know why sometimes i want to run outside and scream at the top of my lungs in anger
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I wish you knew what it was like to be inside my skin. I wish I could begin to explain it to you. It’s not fair to say that I come with a label that asks you to handle me gently. This mind and body is filled with so many cracks and bruises, it’s liable
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Life, it really gets in the way of so many things. I’ve spent weeks curled up in the stress of every day nonsense that now, sitting here quiet for just a few minutes listening to the birds chirp outside, with the sun shining brightly, I realize how long it’s been since I just sat down.
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It’s difficult being the girl who wants to make sure the world knows she “has it all together”. It’s exhausting. From the moment the alarm goes off in the morning until the creeping way too late hours of the night she pushes past breaking points and meltdowns for the sake of…who knows anymore. The girls
I Would Rather Be In Bed 