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breath
Falling. Gasping. Stuttering. Failing. Losing. Fighting a breathing battle.
affairs
Affairs, why they happen, I'll never understand. The longing for the forbidden fruit, perhaps? The butterflies you get in the pit of your stomach, knowing your breaking a vow? I'll never understand it, really. Maybe the adrenaline rush? Maybe people are just vile.
begin
I want to begin my life with pursuing acting and play write. I went to school for psychology... and I hated it. Now, I want to start a-new. I want to begin my new school life, whenever I get the funds, with my heart smiling. I can't wait to begin.
claim
I know a lot of people to claim to love. But I don't believe that everyone knows what love is. False claims and false hopes.
together
Together, we are one. Together, we are whole. Together, we are love. Together, we are, we are, we are. Together, we are one.
blindness
I am legally blind without my glasses or contacts. Sometimes, I feel like that's a blessing. When I don't want to see the horror in this world, I just close my eyes, or take my glasses off. Becoming blind to the hate that everyone seems to carry. Sometimes, blindness can be a blessing.
asthma
My little sister and Nana have asthma. I don't but I feel like it would be like drowning on your own air, your lungs nearly collapsing, and you're fighting to breathe. A losing battle. Death must seem so close.
dysfunctional
I come from a dysfunctional home. My sisters are estranged and my mother doesn't really know who I am. My stepfather abused me, and sometimes I feel alone in this world.
binding
Words are binding. The linger on our hearts after people breathe out evil, vile words. They bind us in rope and we begin to think we'll never escape. I'm still in my binding, waiting to be set free.
stillness
There is always a comfortable stillness in the air when winter comes knocking on my door. When the trees are hollow shells, and birds nest deep inside their worn out bodies. A stillness fills me to the brim with a solid and resounding echo that comfort is finally here.
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