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There are so many things I wish I could do and say. Forget all the sporty stuff, all the hiking stuff or all that swimming, that has its time. I mean all the things that would sharpen my intellect, assuming I'm an intellectual with a brain. Not just
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“Letters to Myself” “Seasonal Moods” “Notes from the Quiet” “Field Notes from the Self”
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There's a noise somewhere, its loud and its a heavy pounding sound that won't go away. It erupts in my head and out comes heavy salty waters from my eyes, carrying with them all the pain and sorrows that my young heart is slowly releasing. There&
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Am I the only one that wonders how it would be like if I slit my wrist while in the bathroom and died on the spot because I had read about it so many times and I'd seen it in movies too. Am I the only one that
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The funny part is that I wasn't even guarded at all, I just stayed. I wasn't bothered by anything, I was free and I allowed myself to feel that freedom, allowed myself the laughter and opportunity to learn so much. Things I knew I would'
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We are tired, we really are.
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Today was another of those days where I just crawled into my shell and kept beating myself over and over again for just being who I am, I know that sounds sick. But that's the best way I could put it down in writing. Even if I have