I'm simply a 25-year-old woman who thinks too much, overanalyzes life, and, most importantly, writes to get it all out.

14th August 2014

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The fire inside me burns
at five thousand degrees;
no more trees stand,
just barren land,
and I remain alone.

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4th August 2014

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But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via avvfvl)

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3rd August 2014

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Wow! So much love on my magnetic poetry! Thank you!! <3

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2nd August 2014

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As we felt eternity,
the water recalled her life
as rain.

As we felt eternity,
the water recalled her life
as rain.

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18th July 2014

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Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.
— Peace Pilgrim (via kushandwizdom)

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16th July 2014

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I am a rag doll,
stitched together at the seams;
be gentle with me.

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15th July 2014

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Voices do not
ring as clear,
and flowers
do not bloom
as fair,
and words 
don’t fall 
as easily
from my 
tingling lips,
nor can my 
fingers form
one single
written line.

This stressful day
rolls on,
and I try not to fall
into the crack 
that comes between
and evening;
my body’s
breaking down,
splitting at
its fragile seams.

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13th July 2014

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Here We Go Again.

I’ve approached the brink,
trading places with my shadow;
I can only exist in places
where the sun can’t reach.

Traced lines fall from my face,
wet spots pinprick pillowcases,
and my heart bleeds out
each toxin she’s collected.

I can’t see past this wall;
all light has seemed to cease
where I live these days.
Where is it that you’ve gone?

I’m sheltering myself
with a shield to block the blow
of your arrow piercing skin,
but it’s become so worn.

I’ll take my beating heart
and make sure it never whispers
its sweet secrets again;
exposure is a poison.

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12th July 2014

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Getting back up after being held down for so long is as vertiginous as your first fall, it is as empowering as your first broken heart. You can’t even stop to take your breath, you’re no more falling dear, you’re finally flying.
— "Conquering depression", E.P (via psych-facts)

10th July 2014

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Within the trance of morning
lies a peace I cannot replicate.

Dewdrops dance upon tall grass
to paint a masterpiece,

and birds harmonize inside
their sunrise chorus.

And I, I sit and meditate
on the words brewing inside,

picking out the ones that speak
the deepest truths about my soul.

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