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Map Of Miramar
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Complete, First published Aug 18, 2022
"You'd say I braved the whole neighborhood, how much more, the world?"

A short collection of Poetry that centers around a life of 15 years. True words that spiral for long, long years, real people and real stories, a slow realization that perception is both bliss and agony. What it is to your eyes isn't similar to what it is to everyone else.

You are what you speak and do. What's a point of a name, will they even see how you've grown? Will these names be buried with you? Will there even be a name to begin with? 

Telling you how I loved you was easier if I weren't me.

When you thought the fear has subsided, it remains all along. 

Or does it?

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Miramar is the neighborhood I grew up in, but here, the message is about how I braved the neighborhood and that I'm ready to take on the rest of the world. This story has themes of love and admiration being expressed in metaphorical descriptions while also telling messages of pain, fear, and regret. It addresses different angles of my life. Some truths aren't being said out loud, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. My childhood, my growth, and my love will grow and change over time because they exist with me. The overall story is about someone who suffers greatly from being misunderstood and silenced, someone who takes pride in what and who she lives for.


- amedala
(08.18.22)
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