Never let fear limit the life you can live. About me: All my writings from range despair to hope. To childhood trauma with my narcissistic parents. Father abusive and neglectful. Mother just neglectful. Being a hopeless romantic. Chasing after love I never had. My children and being a parent. My love that I gained,losted, now reconnecting with. Lastly my self reflection of all this. Above all else: Never lose hope
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Paper Heart
Paper heart
Paper heart belongs to the wind
Lost in the wind
Only to find shelter in your journal
Safety between the pages and the spaces of the words
In between the lines
Where secrets lie
(To be continued)
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You thought I was perfect
You made me feel so worthless
Was it worth it?
To keep me trapped in a portrait
Without color without feeling
Without passion without meaning
It is clear to see
This masterpiece is incomplete
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Exactly alike, going in the same direction and when you look down at the horizon
We will eventually meet at one point
But the farther we travel we never seem to
Forever strangers
Deja vu
I know I been here before
On these broken shores
The land of the forgotten
The land I got tossed in
Where my voices are loudest
Where my sadness is proudest
Where I lose my focus
Where it is most hopeless
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I'll keep chipping away at this Boulder till I get the shape that I want. When I finally get there and I'm content with what I made .I'll be momentarily happy.But the longer I look the more I can see the imperfections in what I created. So I keep chipping and chipping away till there's nothing left. Funny because maybe that's just how I feel inside sometimes but that's alright because I'll just dig deeper till I find a more suitable rock for my means. When I do I'll hate that too because no matter how hard I hit the solid piece of earth barely moves. Funny because you should be careful for what you wish for. But i can't quit untill I achieve the shape that I want and deem it perfection. Sometimes we are weaker than the things we create. So what does that say about our love and hate?
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