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He never wanted to be better.He wanted to be fed. Flaws, sacred,stitched into the pen,every wound he maderepurposed into art. He studied menwho made a virtue of damage,who called destruction genius. Whole, soft, burning. They bowed like flamesat the altar of his greed. Love was the first thing burned. Women were just collateral. Each woman…
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I used to think that love could make time stop, but he taught me that time is irrelevant. He could infuriate me like no one else, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more exasperated with another human being. Still, I could never bring myself to intentionally hurt him. The fear of missing out on…
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I want to know what you are thinking. Your thoughts are friends to my own. You’re a parable for my heart and a quiet dream in my mind. Your charm allows room for discussion and it’s admirable even with your faults. You hold your emotions behind your eyes, so do not demonize me for falling.…
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Every year, I write a blog post to recap my life. I’ve been so busy and feel creatively stunted. My writer’s block occurs when my emotions are in control. I felt like I was a better writer when my emotions were running havoc on my life. Now, I’m not so impulsive and my emotions do…





