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 I've checked out. I've given up. You gave me every reason to. You quit before we ever started. You haven't tried to make me happy. You tur... [read more] |
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I'm thankful for slow workdays when nothing gets in the way of my emotions. No conference calls to hinder my tears or projects to work on... [read more] |
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You called me a waste of time and it crushed me. I already felt worthless without your confirmation. But you validated all my insecurities... [read more] |
 We find meaning in drifting along sand beaches moonlight is still glowering down [read more] |
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So I went out for a beer or two and figured I could slip into the bathroom to do bong hits with my little coca cola water pipe... [read more] |
 Today I’m thankful for the magic inherent in kindness… We should never take an act of kindness for granted…NEVER! because the simples... [read more] |
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A young boy ran up to me in the bookstore and asked, “Where’s the magic wand?” I stared at his smiling face…not knowing how to... [read more] |
 How is this room dark with all these lights? The sun itself couldn't put out this night. It springs eternal and blanket... [read more] |
 Sitting at my window,the moon will mutate into full loveto give me a vulcanized pain.The storm will snuffthe earthen lamp. You will not kiss... [read more] |
 A trusted friend A source of comfort A safe and caring listener Let not her cries quicken the beat of your hungry heart I... [read more] |
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Do not laugh at this speculation; it carries the trump of probability. Crying, "Remember January Sixth," which sometimes sounded like a madm... [read more] |
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Alcohol numbs my skin; it slows my blood from boiling. It replaces tears with a silly grin. It's the only thing th... [read more] |
 something leaves us chocolate packages in missed transactions with the world how silly we are to dream up things like this in the pla... [read more] |
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a poet spoke recently about not owing the world beauty. which has me thinking…what do we owe the world? cigarettes? nostalgia? laughter? lea... [read more] |
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bite my tongue into oblivion I promised myself I would not get this quiet again every time a cup crosses the threshold look here I am again... [read more] |