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 The path I walk, is not of concrete, nor of asphalt, but of dirt. It’s a long road, twisting and turning. I do not know, where my path, will... [read more] |
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As I stand, face to face, looking at the person, staring back at me, in the mirror. All I can say is, “Who are you?” ~*~ Jill ~*~ [read more] |
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You let go, of everything you had, all the people who loved you, all who cared. You let go, of all the happiness, that filled your soul. I w... [read more] |
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What good does it do, to argue over, petty things? What good does it do, to say things, you know will hurt people? What good does it do, to... [read more] |
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I cry, when I miss you. I cry, when I think of you. I cry, when we don’t talk. I cry, when you say I love you. I cry, cause I know it’s true... [read more] |
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This time, I’m going to do things right. I’m going to tell you how I feel, when I feel it. I’m going to tell you what I’m thinking about, wh... [read more] |
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I am sinking, so quickly, in a bed, of quicksand. I struggle, to get free. This quicksand, is my depression. It has a tight grasp, on my hea... [read more] |
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I am just “me.” I am just “her.” I am just “that girl.” But most of all, I am just forgotten. ~*~ Jill ~*~ [read more] |
 the abandoned stick by a row of white mushrooms has been painted into a flute. AILANTHUS She thought his leaves common and less fair than... [read more] |
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I thought you loved me. I thought you cared. I thought you’d be the one, who was always there. ~ I thought I was in love. I thought I found... [read more] |
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I long to see the shimmer, of blue ocean waters. That glistening essence, that brings my body, at ease. Gentle waves, crash against the shor... [read more] |
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A scream, is not always heard. It can be as silent, as the wind beneath, beating Angel wings. These silent screams, come from within. They a... [read more] |
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Am I crazy, for loving you, when there are so many miles, between us? Am I crazy, to believe, that you love me, as much as you do? Or am I j... [read more] |
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A silent cry, is unheard in the night. A flood of tears, is cried. But no one pays attention. And when a silent cry, goes unheard for too lo... [read more] |
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The thought of you, makes me smile. And makes me want to run to you, over each and every mile. ~ The thought of you, at times makes me cry.... [read more] |