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So this is the end.

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I wish someone had the kindness to tell me all of those were the golden days. There were so many moments I could have (would have) cherished more at the moment, if I’d have known I’d never see those days again.

People I would have learned better, loved better, and…


Yes. You can stop taking the initiative to be productive now.

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Once we went on lockdown last year, I had nothing but time on my hands to write, but I couldn’t. I tried but there were many times where I could not produce the material, I was forcing myself and the work was shitty.

But the time I did have inspired…


Pun intended.

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I was standing on stage at an open mic — braless. Although this wasn’t unusual for me, what was unusual was being underneath intimate lighting in front of a crowd of people and having all eyes immediately go to the center of my body, and their collective attention.

I was…


This realisation freed me.

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I had to stay until I could leave. I stayed because I was hellbent on proving (no, on making) fate wrong. I was afraid of things changing in my last relationship.

I was so hellbent on making us work, on forcing him to have to be “the one”, that I…


Turns out, we’re inherently finding ways to fall in love with ourselves.

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Remember when they told us we didn’t love ourselves? Well, it turns out they lied to us. Rumor has it our reality is a projection of our thoughts.

If we’re projecting our realities that means each person we’re in love with is just another opportunity for us to love ourselves…


A poem

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I know how temporary it all is
I know why nothing stays
I know we’re stubborn when it’s time to die, in every little way
wisdom makes for stubborn things
we only want to be free because we know
and I know we hold onto the drugs to make it all last
to make…


Turns out I never actually had to “deal” with my triggers — who knew?

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We are taught to “be strong” and learn to deal with our triggers. We have been taught that this is brave. Well, that approach never worked for me. Being “strong enough” to co-exist with my triggers did not work for me.

Experience has shown me the best course of action…


A Poem

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I’m still alive in the warzone
realizing how many people spoke freedom
never knowing what it meant
defining it with force and restriction
soiling its reputation, defiling its name
defaming its character and trampling its legacy
with all of your malfunctioning programs
I know where we stand so how do I sleep at night? I don’t
sleep…


A Poem

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I don’t write poetry like I used to
too many words to keep it short
I don’t have time to tell you a full story
too many feelings to make this long
I heard your voice on the staircase when I went downstairs today
stopping for a second to breathe in our history
I haven’t seen…


A Poem

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I exist

Entirely in whispers when the sun admits defeat. My presence becomes a ghost story told by the haunted, in veiled truths of the ones who knew me
when I lived in the wind.

And I break into the night’s mansion, becoming confident when the lights are off. The…

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