Category: Turn the page,
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My counter question..
How would you describe yourself to someone? Are you seeking the perfect “8/10 glossy” the masses always preferred? Or the real human, the one in exile for becoming who she was truly meant to be. I like that personality best, when I am my most authentic, that woman doesn’t have to remember a thing.. that…
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The spot he is ok.
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go? To the place he will be ok, have they invented that airport yet? You know, that airport. The one you plan a vacation for a miracle. The airport where the words prognosis, diagnosis, and getting your affairs in order aren’t part of any language…
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A leader, or follower.
Are you a leader or a follower? It depends. If you see me running for any reason, it would behoove you to start running with me. I mean, if you really wanted to follow, I guess you could. There are a few things to be irrevocable in fact. I never have followed anyone in my…
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SURVEY SAYS!?
Goodness is what I used to hold this frail coupling together. It was the kindness and goodwill you willingly gave me, you seemingly were on my side and proud even when I was wrong. My willingness to forgive your preconceived notions about me, put together the flaws I loved. And proved it to you through…
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Seeing Taillights;
It’s not for a lack of trying, and I’m not trying too hard either. When I try for something, I go all out, no matter how dysfunctional, if my mind is set. Believe me it will in one way or another happen. I have learned my way of loving, no matter who the victim or…
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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.”
