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Perspective is only ever clear to one. Once handed out it tends to get smudged and sullied with every set of grimy hands it gets pushed through. Currently though, as we view everything though Canada’s smoke filled haze it all seems a little grimy, am I right? Tears drip silently down my face as I
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Strange sensations of pain and weightlessness fill my chest these days. Regret. Relief. Strange puzzle pieces fitting together in ways I don’t yet understand but have to keep together as a seeming forcefield against the past. It’s strange to let go of a dream when you’ve been told your whole life to chase your dreams
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Writing is therapy for me, it always has been. I don’t do well with traditional therapy, talking to a stranger about my problems just is not for me. Give me a computer and a quiet corner? Whamo! Problem solved. The whole world can know about my problems if they really want to. Anyways, I’m going
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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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“Save it for later.” I’ve used that phrase more times than I care to admit. Just save it for later. Or, I’ll do it later. I told myself that just the other day as I was reaching into my cabinet to pull out new hand soap for the bathroom and kitchen as the previous ones
I Would Rather Be In Bed 