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Ups, Downs and The In-Betweens
Nothing worse to a writer than meeting blank pages on the daily and not meeting the rhymes or the lines she dreamt of on the night before the dark ages. The past year was one of my best writing years and it got me thinking; what the hell, Universe? How can a year that breaks you so stand out like a sword? I get it but I don’t. Still navigating my field and the feels, so old yet so real, and so new to getting used to my truth. Going through the highs and the lows, or should I say the blues of living your truth, which sometimes won’t add…
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Deep Blue Nights
Her nights are blue, but not just any blue; it is the darkest of all hues. By her bedside she keeps her booze, drowning her sorrows, awaking the muse. Don’t judge so soon ’cause you would, too, if you walked a mile in her shoes.
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Mastered Exposure
When you’ve got everyone’s back and your own remains in the open, remember that you’re like a weathered rock; broken, but still solid.
