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Someday my walls won’t be covered in fingerprints and dirt. Someday my laundry piles will be manageable and small. There won’t be an energetic girl doing cartwheels endlessly in my living room and bending in ways that surely are not human. There won’t be a boy eating snacks endlessly from the kitchen and speaking of…
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you see people in shapes and beauty i see people in the pain behind their eyes the stardust in their souls their hearts full of dreams their brains full of ideas the way their hands hold the things that matter i see the scars carved into their minds the things they’ve lost the moments they’ve…
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I watch the way your skin stretches over the bones in your hands, I trace the pattern of blue underneath, Those little vessels which carry life all through you, And I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder, How anyone has ever For one second Thought You were anything less than magic
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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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I Would Rather Be In Bed 