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You don't get to hold me hostage and
Complain about my presence;
how I take up too much space.
You don't get to blindfold my eyes and tell me
I cannot see
how my eyes are not working
How there is something wrong with me.
You don't get to create a monster and
Complain how she bites.
You don't get to but you did...
I said enough countless times before
But this time was different.
I used the resources I had left inside of me
I swept up the memories; packed up in a box
24 years, 2 months, June 10th, 2018
I am learning, the ups and downs
What it means
building a new life
This has a lot of emotion in it. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. This was really good. Sending you lots of hugs.
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"Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat,
It’s the rhythm
of your life.
It’s the expression
in time and movement,
in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
-Jacques d’Ambroise''
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I miss seeing work from you. <3 Love it all but the beginning especially.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first