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don’t run.don’t run.don’t run. this fear, this doubt..they are only temporary.or are they?because for so long they have lived here.embedded into who I am.building walls.making a home of me. and, if I’m being honest, I know that in my head everything ends.why not do it on my own terms?before it’s too late.I know better than
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Friday marks 1 year without you, Mama. One whole year since I held your hand and your body held your last breath. I am a strong person, but I have to say that I don’t know how I have carried this so long without setting it down at all. I have felt the need to
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you still want me in winter when the fields seem barren and the sun seems like mostly gone I am still here with an early autumn in my bones with a summer in my ribcage for safe keeping but I know I am often cold to the touch pulling from you like dead leaves swirling
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how terrifying it is to knowI am going to have the life with you that I have always prayed forbecause now I must pray that I can be worthy of it .. the blood& the bones
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“How can it be that the sharpest blade could be wrapped up so delicately?” I can see the confusion in his eyes as he has never known a woman who was half of hell and most of heaven all at once.. “I have lost control with you. I fear this is an addiction at this
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the first time. Do not askhow oceans surgeor stars dieor people leavewho swore they wouldn’tand do not ask me how you stumbled upon meand how here in this bed you will claimwhat has been minefor far too longthe windows dark, reflectivebut the night sky, she knowsshe knows I am giving myself to youor you’re taking
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I can’t figure out if love makes things too complicated. Isn’t it easier to be numb? To be whole and not shared? To never have your insecurities brought to light? To never be scared? Did you ever catch yourself saying why am I like this? Why do these things matter? Why does this hurt? How
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you are the absolutepersonificationof every timeI have written about a lovethat feels like home the blood& the bones
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it’s the words that come just after the rush… as I am flushed breathless chest pulsing toward the sky legs agape and glazed in the wash of us I am a mess and a masterpiece divinely and wholly his after being used so rigorously so deliciously good girl he says and I am ready to
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I have loved you in every lifetime before this one. And I knew that I would love you again. It just took a little longer, a few more roads, a few more mountains. But now we’re home. the blood & the bones
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The Blood & The Bones 