we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the double digits on each and
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes maybe after an inner whine
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension without release an anger directed
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the one that went astray you
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way. Dear Mum, I don’t hate you. I really don’t. I know that you had a hard
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so
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we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the double digits on each and every scale we are more than our starkly startling ability to wail and wail and wail we are more than
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes maybe after an inner whine a cry a stolen kiss in the very nick of time so quiet my head has been so quiet the
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension without release an anger directed inside a lethargy without acquittal a black hole without escape depression sensitivity to sound to light to touch to motion
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the one that went astray you didn’t know what i felt when you lingered just a little too long when your fingers came to know so
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way. Dear Mum, I don’t hate you. I really don’t. I know that you had a hard time.…a really hard time…Yes. I know this.I do.But, I hurt, too. I’m sorry.I know that you did the best you
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so tactile ………………that tickle of pressure…..of pleasureyes….………..this ………..pleasure i treasure………… the tender force………..the power ………..the powerthe pleasure……………….of coursethose……. keys………………………….please…….. delicately tingling…….…………………….the
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very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes maybe after an inner whine
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the one that went astray you
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so
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we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way. Dear Mum, I don’t hate you. I really don’t. I know
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity
we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the double digits on each and every scale we are more than our starkly startling ability to wail and wail and wail we are more than our GPAs, SATs, ACTs, or […]
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes maybe after an inner whine a cry a stolen kiss in the very nick of time so quiet my head has been so quiet the voices the faceless the baseless.bombshells […]
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension without release an anger directed inside a lethargy without acquittal a black hole without escape depression sensitivity to sound to light to touch to motion depression an inability to feel […]
we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the double digits on each and...
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes maybe after an inner whine...
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension without release an anger directed...
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the one that went astray you...
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so...
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What became of the middle class American Dream? What really ‘made America great’ in the first place? There once was a time in America when
we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way. Dear Mum, I don’t hate you. I really don’t. I know
we are more than the size of our frames we are more than the numbers behind each of our names we are more than the
very much alive september 23, 2019 i haven’t felt dead inside for a very very very long time no i haven’t not really maybe sometimes
friday, march 27, 2009 – 11:45pm manicdepression manic depression in this moment i battle depression a darkness without reprieve a darkness without dawn a tension
you didn’t know what i felt when that moment passed away you didn’t know what i felt when you kissed that last lonely tear the
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way. Dear Mum, I don’t hate you. I really don’t. I know
when i write….….perhaps, to heal….i love…. the texture, the touch,the sensation,that….“feel”the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…….the real deal is what i need.yes,thatenergythe intensity
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