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The end is coming, can you feel the thrum? the steady pace of the Reaper’s drum gather any sorrow, hurt, or regret dump into a chapter you must soon forget
Can You Feel the Thrum?
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Agitated clouds, flighty waves The ocean’s about to turn crazy Will the boat flip? Am I brave? Can I jump in the sea, maybe?
Maybe
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Sometimes I find myself writing what seems to be endless drafts of a new writing assignment. When that’s the case, I know either the topic lacks some depth or is completely the wrong one to write about. As I worked on my traditional end-of-year reflective blog post this month, I saw four drafts already on…
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“No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.” – Agnes De Mille
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People fear change and run away from it because change brings the unknown, challenges, uncertainty, and discomfort.
Change (A Nostalgic Post)
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Who am I in the mind of a critic? Nothing but a tryhard and a decrepit. What do I look like in the eyes of a doubter? A small and rotten, wilting flower.
Asleep Underground
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We can’t be happy or achieve our goals or fulfil our dreams if we keep apologising for things we shouldn’t be apologising for. Even if we don’t outright say “I’m sorry”, we’re still apologetic bitches if we feel bad for our decisions and guilty for our existence.
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Plants die, animals too. Dreams do not. They cling to you. Push them aside or under your bed. They stay in your heart, echo in your head.
Six Feet Under
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The desert is pretty right next to the busy city thus I can’t feel pity but I miss you The strangers are handsome features so awesome no reason to be lonesome but I miss you
Miss You (New Year’s Eve)
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