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Reflections
“The only thing rebellion hates more than truth is a mirror.” Continue reading
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Betrayal
What happened when you read the title of this post? Did you hearken on a definition, or did your mind replay the events of the past? They say betrayal is something people do to the ones they love. How profoundly interesting a thought. The TV show The Strain, for instance, shows how the infected return… Continue reading
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You Can’t Leave…
You can’t leave me not now not ever not while my kiss is in your bloodstream and not when your tongue has danced on the insides of my mouth not when your teeth have carved “I luv u’s” on my heart like hieroglyphic images to remember when were far apart from each other like long… Continue reading
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“Don’t be stupid”
I have one simple message for you today: “Don’t be stupid”. What I mean is, don’t be foolish. Some of us are so “overtly intelligent” that we are unable to appreciate the little things, and the simplest of manners shoot past us like a bullet. We may know the intimate details of Pythagorean’s Theorem, but… Continue reading
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Language of the Broken Hearted
Felt it was my job to hold every heart in my hands like responsibilities so I cradled you…. until our tears became waves of passion too deep to carry in a bowl so they filled up our futures like child play did we let deception play its numbers on our skin? did we let it… Continue reading
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When Death Gives Birth to Humility
Have you ever felt guilty trying to console someone who has lost a loved one even though it’s not your fault? Like, why do we say we’re sorry in the first place? What have we ourselves done? We apologize because we’re sorry for their sadness, and also because somehow, their loss has humbled us: “It… Continue reading
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Humility
Humility is loving that which is poor it is bringing oneself down becoming a servant to an innermost consciousness to appreciate that which is forgotten and insignificant to relapse back into a state of childhood where even something as great as a piece of broken glass seems innocent where it is not glass it is… Continue reading
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