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It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.

Summer of Music

Summer of Music

It was a summer of melody. You taught me how to appreciate the lyrics, how to understand the musician's meaning. You made sure I knew about all the best concerts, and you renewed my fire for live shows and crowded venues. You showed me how to make music, how to write...

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Suffocating

Suffocating

Pushed away, pushed under, struggling to catch my breath, the breath you stole Suffocated by your lies, your excuses, your blatant attacks that tear away at pieces of me that you don't even know and don't understand and never will Breath_words© 8/2015 photo found at...

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