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the thing w being a woman is that you are taught to be gentle but not how to navigate a world that will not treat you gently
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you leave words
in my hands and
then walk away.
~ crushed whispers
#POMwords
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Forgotten in the forest
still standing
in the exact spot
I was left in the mist.
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I think a part of me died on those pages. And another part I can’t put into words, was born.
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I am inherently fragile...petals falling in a trail behind me in a world where all I need is you to hold my hand.
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you sit on the floor and you erase the titles of every story you ever wrote except for one
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of course standing on the shore of an island watching the storm approach is an emotion
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educate me on the history of how you grew gardens in the worst parts of your being
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You get me full of colors and sounds and feelings and then I get ideas about touch
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I don't have a grip for things that shift aimlessly through the noise, be loud with intent.
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how does twitter work? well one day ur favoriting their tweets and the next ur wondering what their hands feel like



















