when the imaginary world goes silent
When the pen ceases to hit the page, I cease to exist.
Read MoreWhen the pen ceases to hit the page, I cease to exist.
Read MoreI came here a stranger, not only to them. For I was a stranger in my own skin searching for some semblance of home.
Read MoreI would tell present me to take a step back and enjoy the life she has fought so hard to keep. And to continue to march triumphantly through the wreckage that has consumed the past. And although I am still working through the broken pieces of my past, I can still make a beautiful masterpiece of a future.
Read MoreWhen life gets you down, just shake it off.
Read MoreSometimes I get lost in thinking that life is too hard for the girl that feels too much. Sometimes I wish I could be anyone but me. But those moments, the real ones, the ones that bring warmth to your belly and ignite your willingness to live remind me that being the girl that feels too much isn't half bad at all.
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