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i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM
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I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

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