based on a song
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When they were younger and the relationship was new, fun and exciting, they had started making origami stars, writing dreams of the future inside them. “When we’re married, we’ll open one a month and do whatever’s on it.” It had seemed like a great idea at the time. A way to keep the magic of…
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Hello Everyone! April is just around the corner, and that means Camp NaNoWriMo! This year, I’m working on two projects. Finishing up my project from NaNoWriMo 2019, and starting a new project. Under Grey Skies: Doing my best to finish up my 2019 NaNo Novel by the end of April. Book Nine of the LOVED…
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The rhythm is monotonous and comfortable sometimes, and yet you no find comfort in that. You think that living after tonight will be a nightmare, but you’re wrong. The nightmare is not waking up tomorrow and seeing the sunrise, the smiles on small children as they pass, the beautiful chaos that is human interaction. The…
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The days don’t stop. You either persevere or you perish. Yes, it will be hard, but you can get through it. Just put on some good music and dance.
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You wish things had ended differently. That she would have done more, that you could have done less. You just want things to have been different. You wouldn’t have said what you had said if you knew how things were going to go. Sure, you felt it, and she eventually said it back, but it…
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Memories are the silent killer, the ones that wrap around your head and whisper into your ear that you could have done everything to change the thing you fear the most. Or worse, the ones that sweetly sing that song of regret where if you had changed one thing, Made one phone call, sent one…
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She’s slowly disappearing. The artist, the creative, The crazy. She is being replaced. The analytical, the theorist, The Calm under all circumstances. So you paint your skin with permanent ink, And pierce your skin with loud colored metals, And hope you recognize yourself in the mirror, Through the work professional attire, And the fake smiles. …
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You look for an exit, whether through the trees or the sea of people, or even from the prison of your body. You can’t find one, so you choose to fight. Them, the situation, everything you hate, and even yourself. You hope you’re dreaming, that you’ll wake up in your bed, safe and sound. But…
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She knows she’ll die there. As soon as she hears the rotors of the planes and smells the gas in the air, she knows they will die there. Near the ocean and the waves, lapping at their feet, the squishy sand between their toes as they dance to whatever God rules the sea. The planes…
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When you tilt your head forward enough to see the world upside down, everything looks different. The trees are brown at the top, tapering into green points at the bottom, the sky is green and the grass is blue. You notice people’s shoes more rather than the lies they hide on their faces. Even your…