Category: Writing
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Broken
Broken I should’ve never said “yes” every ounce of me knew but i was tired- trying to find and hide and hope for true in the tiny pieces of my splitting, shattered, seedling soul. Drowning in pride. Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes over my head- too young to be good…
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Prioritize, they say. Make a list- call it C, B, A. Scratch this, Check that. Say “no” more, or yes less? I’m down to 6 percent battery on my Mac but my body feels a whole lot less than than that. It’s not hard getting it all done. It’s impossible.…