Tag: anxiety

do you have a different sewing kit?

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Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?

hello, demons, i have missed u

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Shouldn't I fear my demons' presence whenever I sense them in my room? "Hello, old friend," I say as I waltz towards the doom. Those words... how they flow so effortlessly out of my mouth, so smooth, like I just knew, like I have no doubt that their bodies will move every which way that… Continue reading hello, demons, i have missed u

Alien Thoughts (1)

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Here's the thing... The person you see is me. But also, she's not me. Not from what I can see. Here's the thing... I'm lost. But not for much longer. I can feel another Coming through. She's becoming stronger. I must do what I must do. And I have to be Ready for anything. I… Continue reading Alien Thoughts (1)

It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)

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You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)