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Silence

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Writer's Block

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Faith

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Risen

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Ungranted Desire

Everybody wishes, comes to mind once in a while. To turn back time and travel rewind. To react some scenes in this movie called life. Take back the mistakes make wrong into right. Unravel words unspoken, never give breath to regret. Maybe then one will find happiness. in the future, the present. But to go back in time, not only those we want, we'll see. For in the past still lies, the darkness we fought. And to go back we'll relive all the struggle, the same chaos. Not only our lives, though it's what we intend. To others we connect, just like a web. One thing that takes no effect, choices come with consequence. N

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The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

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My Worst Ememy

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Anorexia

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On self-love

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Unaware

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in rainbows with a petrichor veil; you've caught my breath in palms covered in dandelions' dust, my longing, an uncovered explosion of drafts hidden from the both of us. but i reach out, knowing wind-chime silence is a possibility as it has always been; knowing the doldrums of my harrowing echoes could be the only reality i'm pressed against, but i'm more than willing to risk my heart and expose it to the weight of sorrow if there's a sliver of a shot that we can be together. suspended in the contingency of the unknown, i hope your wrung hands red with distortion & blue with disappearance, make your way back to the greying soles of my

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I Am The Ghost

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Gender Binary

Recently I realised I wasn’t a proper woman. Everything that was taken for granted as being female, didn’t seem to fit. But at the same time I didn’t completely identify with the idea of a “typical” male. I appreciate that these are just stereotypes, but there’s truth in stereotypes. I have decided I am biologically female but essentially..have no gender. This might be hard for you to understand, it was definitely hard for some people to understand when I’d talked about it to them! It never dawned on me that “the average person” never wondered about what it would be like to be the opposite gender,

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Anonymous

I am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck Wasting days wondering why grass is green And how it can be greener for others and not I Then I realized its all artificial food colouring And polystyrene picket fences Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour But l

Strange Man in the Wardrobe WIP

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Published: Mar 11, 2013

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The reference image(left) is a photograph taken by ~Basistka
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I have a lot of tweaks to make and I still have to finish the wardrobe part. I turned in what I have for my art project since my teacher wanted a face. I received highest marks in the class.