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Portrait of Sue

I wanted to write bad stuff about you and hide them all behind some complicated play of words. Instead I feel like crying because my thoughts keep turning back to myself like a strong search light, and all I see … Continue reading

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I

I Upon reflection there are probably some hidden reasons as to why, but for now I Will behave with dignity and heroism and not act out, not react with words or actions there’s something wrong only its beyond my comprehension … Continue reading

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I have always wondered…

I hate elitist-ness in anything art, coffee, road accesses, book prices and availability, smartphones and coffee again…

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Tree granny

because in the end we’re all odd plants in granny dressing gowns with too much coffee and tea on our systems and a desire to express how hurt we all felt at not being seen as we really are

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Panic. Fear. Worry. Dread.

I feel like I’m a giantly insignificant thing that’s like jelly, instead of being like water, or a proper being, and that I lean forward into the world, no, I lean down, my head is bowed. I feel like panic, … Continue reading

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Mastadons across the sky

Its hard from where I stand now. I used to have so little to ask for from time, I used to feel so little responsibility for the seconds and minutes of my day, I used to feel so old, because … Continue reading

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