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Writing
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the fleeting moment on the bus during which i spied a dead thing and a raven
lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo
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Eight Barred Rocks - Prologue
The first chapter of a story I've been writing.
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Jealousy
I always thought
We’d be together
For so much longer.
I thought that
I’d finally found
Someone who would
Love me for a while.
Not just until
She got jealous.
I was fine
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Reflections of a Tired Girl
I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.
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My game
I can't take back what I did.
But I want you to know that you weren't a game to me, that is just my love.
It's sick and twisted and dark and suffocating
But it's not meant to hurt you
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never really love
What you gave me everyday
Was never really love.
It was toxic, poison,
You stained my blood black.
All of your words
I realize were all lies.
Even the ring on my finger