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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.

One More Day

One More Day

I'm standing in the corner watching myself from a distance as more bad news is delivered Another day, another trial, another struggle to stay strong when all I want to do is fold But, I'm hanging on, hanging in there a little longer because eventually it has to even...

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There to Stay

There to Stay

  She gets lost in his chocolate eyes, and dark hair that frames his face. She's captivated by his easy spirit, his loving heart, his piercing gaze. He knows her demons, accepts them all He knows her mistakes, understands her flaws. He's the anchor that holds her...

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