growing up
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Sixteen seems like such a magical number in a kids life. It’s almost like tasting freedom for the first time. Because you know…parents are super dumb and ruin lives and keep children, ESPECIALLY teenagers from enjoying anything in life. Funny how we go from the coolest people in the world to the worst. How we
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That moment. You know the one I’m talking about. You’ve had them. The moment I said it you instantly thought of one of them. The moments that made you. The moments that broke you. But that moment. You know the one. That one. When you close your eyes and think of it you can remember
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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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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 