Writing
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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
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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I’ve guarded my heart and my soul in many places and spaces, held tight onto the corners and wrapped all the edges around me. Stayed low to the ground to avoid my fear of heights. Who could possibly protect me better…than me? If you keep your feet on the ground there’s not chance of falling,
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There’s a moment when it all settles in. When the dust clears and the demons quiet again. Your soul reaches a place of peace. I thread my fingers through the threads of my life and there are some snags here and there but in the grand scheme of things they are minute and matter very
I Would Rather Be In Bed 