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It's liberating, writing without rules or restraints. Every word that falls on my tongue I immediately spit out, unfiltered and nasty. No need to thin..
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They visit me once in a while, those intrusive thoughts that hurt me. Usually I keep them at bay, go on with my daily duties and live my life as it is..
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We need to listen to each other, whether it its in a state of war or in a state of catching up with someone. We have our senses, not only those of sme..
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I decided that for a change, I would write in this online diary a.k.a my personal purgatory, when I am collected and grounded. I survived yet another ..
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My dearI've been waiting for the sunAs shy as your loveTo come out of its hiding and greet meSo that I can live in joyIn your absence.
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When I was youngerA little, tiny thingI was convinced I could flyIf I tried hard enoughStretched my neck far enoughTilted my jaw high enoughI would to..
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IntenselyPassionatelyWe built our nestLike our lives depended on it.We fellAbandoned our nestSlowlyWe built it up againLike our lives depended on it.
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What to feelWhen the fire demands rage,and the rage is quenched.When the water demands a sacrifice,and no one is willing.When my very essence demands ..
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This writing is in Swedish, my native language. Eng translation below!
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Found this poem from six years ago on my Facebook feed. Thought it was worthy of a place like this.
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