Fear
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I am not a girl given over to soft edges and quiet voices. It’s troublesome, really. I do not ever specifically remember my mother raising me to be such an independent loud spoken, opinionated, demanding woman. If anything, I’d probably owe some of the congratulations to my father. He spent many hours of his time…
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I can feel myself slipping again. That gaping pit below me, I can see it and feel it. I thought I was free of it, I thought this was the time I was really going to be good and it was going to last, be sustainable. This was going to be the end. I want…
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I wrote half a page worth of a post before deleting it and staring at a blank page for far too long. It always seems my mind is full to bursting and, at times, it requires far more effort to organize and file away what’s in there for coherences sake than what it’s worth. I…
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Sometimes I stumble. It’s a major side effect of being the very flawed human I happen to be. They don’t give you a handout at birth. Not one specifically designed to you, anyways. The one that says you’re going to go through some shit. You’re going to walk so far into a swamp you’re going…
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The words stick in my throat. Heavy. Feeling foreign even though I utter them so freely, so frequently, so loosely daily to many of those who pass by in my life. Fear lingers around every syllable. Fear that saying it makes it real. Fear that they’ll be the next weapon of choice in the never…
I Would Rather Be In Bed 