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I stopped painting my toenails.

I stopped painting my toenails.

You are the only person who can save yourself. 

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I stopped painting my toenails.

You are the only person who can save yourself. 

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I emptied my tub for you.

I emptied my tub for you.

A poem about emptying yourself out for another person. 

I emptied my tub for you.

A poem about emptying yourself out for another person. 

Baggage Poem

Baggage Poem

All of us have baggage, are you willing to unpack it?

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Baggage Poem

All of us have baggage, are you willing to unpack it?

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The person seated across the table

The person seated across the table

I’m realizing now that that delightful and divine 3-course, beautiful meal, that I cooked. That I spent so much time putting together. Paid much attention to detail to. And so...

The person seated across the table

I’m realizing now that that delightful and divine 3-course, beautiful meal, that I cooked. That I spent so much time putting together. Paid much attention to detail to. And so...

I’d rather feel lonely.

I’d rather feel lonely.

using other people to fill voids never actually works. You just think it does.

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I’d rather feel lonely.

using other people to fill voids never actually works. You just think it does.

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Peroxide

Peroxide

Healing feels like fucking eternity. Sometimes the wounds feel like peroxide is still being poured onto them in their rawest form. 

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Peroxide

Healing feels like fucking eternity. Sometimes the wounds feel like peroxide is still being poured onto them in their rawest form. 

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