It’s that time of year when the whole day feels like the morning When I think of my solo strolls down the…
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when life gives you lemons, what do you do with them? where do you hide the things that are too sour to…
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Love Love Love My love, Death was a whisper. Shall I say to you now Of my loves- Would you hear…
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I sat on the cracked wooden swing held by ropes that looked far past unsafe and old. The ocean seemingly closer in…
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Ah yes, the four-letter word That everyone uses, does anyone ever just stop and think for a second how it can…
