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I really cared about youAnd I think you knew thatNo, I knew you knew thatI had told you so many timeswith wordswith actionswith the way I looked at youIt was so clearso obviousThe thing wasI could never tell if you cared about meSometimes I thought you dida look in your eyesa kind gesturea corny lineOther
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The beat of the music pumping in your chestyour heart dancing along side ita shot of dopamine floods your brainresulting in more movementjumping, flailing, wigglingallowing your body to movewithout inhibitionfully at one with the vibrationsa sweet melodya cathartic releaseheart pumping fastpushing the toxins from the blood streamlungs inflating, deflating quicklyrushing to keep timebody flowing with
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Sundays are my favorite day of the weekIt is the day of restthe day of resetIt’s the one day of the week I allow myself to sleep inno alarms blaring at 6amno need to jump out of bed and get readyinstead, a slow morningfilled with coffee, TV, reading and cuddles with the dogsa day of
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I feel like I’m always trying so hard to keep it all together. Like a piece of paper with the edges burned…those burns are dark and they run deep. I’m torn and tattered. My heart has been slowly breaking in two for years. It tears apart, slowly and painfully. Each string breaks on its own
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I feel tired todayMy body begging me to take a breakeyes heavy, limbs gelatinMy brain pushing me to power throughdo this, do thatAn ongoing battle The internal struggle itself, drainingI wonder sometimesWhy we as humans are not allowed to restThe expectation for productivity every dayThe word lazy used as a slur When really we all
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Sometimes I get nervous about putting my words down on paperlike once they’re written and re-read they’re no longer a fragment of my imaginationThey’re real. For other people to take in, to judge. For myself to revisit, scrutinize. It scares me. Sometimes I like to just let them bounce around in my head for a
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Out of all of the Olympic sports my favorite to watch has always been Women’s Gymnastics. I never participated in the sport. Well, my mother did force me to attend classes when I was four years old but I spent the sessions on my teachers hip, terrified. So, I wouldn’t say I was ever involved
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When I was 5 I wanted to be so many thingssome were tangiblesome were fantasiesin my naïve mind all were achievableI could be every single thing any whim concocted in my minda vetan author a zookeepera dog a tigernever a doubt that my wishes would come trueLittle me, my biggest cheerleadercarrying the utmost confidence not
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Sometimes I thinkexpectations are little murderers.skulking down dark alley wayswaiting to take our livesThey mentallytear us. Like a knife,slowly moving acrosssoft flesh, bloodpouring in warning, life draining.Expectations openthat wound up-bare-handed andsearch around, graspingintestines and arteries,pulling and tainting untilwe writhe in pain.Sometimes they make it to the brain-little pathogens eating a hole creating a home in
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The most important thing you can do in this life is invest time into getting to know yourself. We are implored to seek a high paying job”Money is happiness,” preached, bored into our brainsWe are persuaded to find a life partnermarriage, the house, the kids, a familyFed this American Dreamand most people spend their entire
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