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Responsibility she got it! August 15, 2015. Originally posted on If Only. The Sunshine Award, thank you Confused Apple.
Enter at Your Own Risk. 8211; November 29, 2016. , April 7, 1947. 8220;You somehow see,. Inside me, when I lay down,. No more silent treatment, I am scream.
It had become my escape and it always made me feel better after I wrote what I was going through and get it off my chest.
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No dreamer, but Thy dream. Dreams in fields of wild clovers, hope but a broken wing . The skies are dark and snow covers any memory of early Sumner . You want me well kept and tidily at arms length. I drink poison to remain. Longing, waiting , indulging foolishness . Cut the blue ribbon, take it all, but release what is left of me. Looking for all of me.
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This morning, I woke up with eyes opened. I woke up not to the sound of a loud alarm,. But to the silent scream of my imprisoned independence. I washed away not just the hints of morning glamour,. But all that has been left of my voluntary reverence. Then I noticed something different, something inappropriate.