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66A deep red purple stains the ground
The tears flow from the eyes of depression A deep red purple stains the ground The world becomes dark and heart becomes cold She tries to find a light in the darkness, but she only sees her shadow ...
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62WHO AM I, WHO AM I
Who am I? Of what am I? How could I be? Who I should be? When will I be who am to be? Who am I? Who do I desire to be? Who am I? I'm just me I don't pretend to be any one but, me! Of course I...
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64HOW TO FIND YOURSELF WHEN YOU'VE GONE INTO HIDING
Growing up in a small town, I never had a lot of friends. In fact, I never had any friends at one point. So, when I moved away to the big city, I decided that I would never allow myself to be alone again. ...
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56Me
I suppose it’s time for me to get serious with this, not be bound and chained by what I can and can’t show because of a fear of someone else reading into my deepest darkest part of myself and exploiting...
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53Everybody Got Soul
I just burned myself thinking I could superwoman that piece of broccoli rabi from underneath the pot where it fell from its clump. Every last bit counts. There are so many little things that contribute to who...
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64Elegy to John--A Father's recollection
Photography by James Hunsucker Elegy to John I think a happier babe was never born,He smiled before his eyes could even see,And graced our home with love from that first morn,Content within the arms of...
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67What’s Missing in your Life
Do you wonder what's missing in your life? I mean, you are surrounded by people, but there is still something missing. You wake up each morning and go through life’s routines, only to find that the night...
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56How Tears Heal
When I was a small child I was taught that tears were a sign of "breaking down," an embarrassment at all costs to be avoided. Control of the emotions was considered necessary for your public personality...
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72Coming Into My destiny
I was trying to think about when I began to believe in such a thing as destiny. As a child I believed that anything was possible, you just had to be willing to put in the effort. As I got older, I began to...
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64She was.
She was a mousy girl, a wallflower type that blended into any background except for her short fiery red hair. Never looking a person directly in the eyes, never causing a fuss, she was average if not just...
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