Using your mind to understand your mind. Such bewildering things; such paradoxes we are.
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Pages laid bare
Your eyes speak your poetry, please fill the pages laid bare And I, before you begging for the stroke of your pen Dip your ink in love and...
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Sometimes I think about it, it’s a smell or food or a song that comes on. The ache in my heart is bittersweet. My throat closes up and tears...
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We owned the night last - last night belonged to the girls! So much fun! Friends I haven't seen in years. Dancing. Laughter. Drinks...
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A lot of people talk about fight or flight. And I guess flight was never an option, for me. I got way too much fight in me. There probably w...
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