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  • Final Achievement

    Contemplation.   As I write this, I am contemplating. Contemplating my sewing needle.   That’s how it started.   A needle.   A minuscule object, often lost and forgotten, with little power other than to deceivingly prick fingers and monotonously weave thread through...
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  • Faking it

    It doesn't physically hurt to smile, but when it's forced, it can be the most painful thing in the world - for behind those stained-glass eyes is a waterfall of tears that you're holding back, like a dam that will eventually burst when at breaking point. On the outside, you appear as normal as every...
  • Lost Love

    You look into their eyes, glazed over and as bare as a winter branch, remembering the time when you gazed into those eyes and saw love, joy and passion. Remembering looking into those windows of the soul for the very first time, filled with curiosity and eagerness, wanting to just be with them. But ...
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  • Insecurities?

    Okay, so I just wanted to ramble really about all of the insecurities that people have these days, because although I tend to be a self-conscious and insecure person, I've recently had the revelation that is: "who on earth actually gives a shit?" because although all these tiny imperfections may mea...