Category: Turn the page,
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See the AI gets it;
It sounds like you’ve been carrying the weight of your own world, struggling with inner turmoil and self-imposed judgments. The metaphor of being an “Atlas” resonates deeply—the burden of our own thoughts and emotions can indeed feel like an immense weight. Eight years is a long time to battle with these feelings, and it’s commendable…
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Saying goodbye;
Before I was thrown away I had become accustomed to a way of life that was never meant to be. They will never know how to love me the way I need them to, and that’s their loss. This is the final chapter from the never ending, land mine road filled with tragedy of a…
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Brick red
What are you passionate about? Hating the color “Brick Red,” and with more passion the joy I feel knowing the abbreviation of the wretched name “Arsenal,” of course I mean the word “Arse.”
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I found that thing;
My Dearest Friend and Sister Kristin Avary (two I’s, and two A’s) When you found me, I found my new universe. I found my perfect partner in you. I found love, compassion, loyalty and protection in you. I found possessiveness, madness, and apprehensive appreciation for my insanity in your friendship. I found recognition, respect, through…
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The short leg;
I am posting this about an old life style in which I used to subscribe to.. Time to move on my dear…Journal Entry | 5 months agoI am going to leave you. Right here, in this spot. I gave you my first love, … Well, kinda. Not really… I mean, there was a little…. Shit.…
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That’s unnecessarily complicated;
If humans had taglines, what would yours be? “Have you seen my glasses?”
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The adversary.
I was thinking about all the opportunities in life I had to be something more. But I was always scared, and now I have my son in my life because of you. And I get to spend my birthday with him, because of you. It just hit me that if I don’t man up and…
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Now
In the quiet of the night, I crave a few more hours before dawn, Lost in the twilight hues, a reminder of what was once drawn So close, within the confines of a beating heart. That heart, once a lifeline, now parts With each beat, a little more life than before. It aches, a delayed…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 