Two and a half years later, I read all that I have written. I realize that I am in a better place, a place more understanding of who I am and who I can be. A more mature place, if you will. I've moved past forbidden loves and toxic friends, written beauty in place of chaos, done my best to understand other sides of stories. I've yet to share my darkest feelings and fears, but I hope the courage will come in due time. For now, I will write about beauty and love and hope, and do my best to work the music that's playing in my mind into my life.
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Thoughts
PoetryBasically a beautiful mess of poetic and... erm, decidedly less so writing. Beware of the occasional full-on speech.
