Category: Turn the page,
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Street rat and her ride or die cat.
You have no idea how lucky you are until you have nothing, nothing at all. Like, nothing, stark reality that you have no place to go or anyone to call. Just yourself. Sleeping where you are not meant to sleep. It does not make sense to anyone until they are there. The people that pass…
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Fuzzy memories, and no moral compass.
I am the logical choice, I look really great on paper. I am the one you most definitely should be with. There are a few other things that make being with me more tolerable I know. Of course, I am the best you’ve ever had, ever will have and the best you’ve ever lost. They…
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Land mines set and detonated by my mom.
I think you forget how great you were. I was, much different than I am now. I took quite a beating. Things happened and I saw stuff that I can’t unsee. That stuff, it was life altering and no matter how much therapy and work I do on myself the nightmares still make their appearance…
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Three a.m.
I have my job to use as my escape when shit goes wrong. Mostly the stuff that goes wrong, has nothing to do with my job. I cannot cope with the everyday struggles of life. It’s ugly, my way of living is ugly. My job is a great scapegoat. I have an addiction to say…
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Arbitrary turn;
Any arbitrary turn along the way, I would be elsewhere. I would be different. They made the train tracks, through the steepest part of the Alps, before there was a train that could make the journey. They built them anyway. They knew, one day the train would come. I, have never felt as though the…
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And there in lies your problem:
It was different when you pretended I was dead. For the past 10 years, I tried with all my might to remind myself what a monster you are. I tell anyone who is interested in me long enough to ask, “why are you so fucked up, what happened to you?” I was thrown away so…
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It’s been a minute;
For better or worse, when I get distracted by something shiny, I quickly lose my way. The same goes for my writing. Sometimes I can’t articulate all the things tumbling around in my brain because there’s just too many. When the obsessive and intrusive thoughts start, you try to pretend they’re not there. You try…
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And there in lies your problems:
**The Final Blow** For the past ten years, I have tried with all my might to remind myself what a monster you are. I tell anyone who is interested in me long enough to ask, “Why are you so messed up? What happened to you?” I was thrown away so long ago that…
