I am, I aM, I AM
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Tired
Do you ever just get so tired of waking up early to be the first one at your job because you want to emotionally prepare to bare everyone’s weight as the day goes by? Do you ever get tired of pretending to use the restroom in public spaces to breathe and cry? Do you ever…
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The Transition
Given that this year has been the most emotionally and mentally difficult for me to confront in a while, it’s bittersweet to feel different; whole, detailed. Thinking back to all of the adventures, the first times, and the infinite amount of support that I’ve been lucky enough to have from the people I love, I…
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You, you, and more you with no I’s
Your eyes are deceiving, craving a reaction to spark a contraction an infatuation with being wanted but wanting not, raiding the feelings established to fall no more crumbling them into manipulation, a mere deception of who you really want to give in to temptation it’s you again, you again just you, more you, and no…
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Walking Alongside The Girl With The Broken Smile
How long has it been? a month? two? another birthday? It’s odd to come back here to the cloud of thoughts that linger in written works about identity and self. I think the strongest reason why I haven’t been able to write a single word down in the past 2 months has been the inaudibility…
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Departure
Leaving is always tough, bittersweet, necessary, but painful. Yet, this time around it felt like I was Frida Kahlo and I felt so disconnected with both of the emotions that were splitting me into two, I could hardly recognize myself. I saw others be surprised of this girl who is reinventing herself, yearning for a…
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