Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.
Their Addiction – My Journey, “Painful Truth”
My Memories -Choices Matter
The most powerful words in existence are choice and choose. These two words lend to every triumph and trial we face.
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My Memories- Chosen Self
The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.
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Do you know Unknown?
The unknown lies as bait, to ensnare in distrust or divide by hate. Left to it's devices, we run cold. Numb to today because of possibilities in tomorrow.
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My Memories – Do I Know You?
While something stirs within, a roar of silence overcomes the whisper of hope. This is it. The hand is dealt, the time has come, you lose.
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My Memories- Glimpse the Sadness
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
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Poetry- Resolved In Fire
Conversations cease
In quiet ravines
And distance closes gaps.
I am Pluto.
You the sun.
To address how far we've run.
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Poetry- Stepping into Done
Stepping into Done
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Five Minute Friday- How
How? Love.
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Random Thoughts- Apologies Unheard
You want a friend to believe in you? I am here. You want to take a moment to see another story than your's, I'm here. We can qualify the narrative that power, greed, and brutality exists among those in positions of trust.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 