Rooms in my mind
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Last published Tue, Apr 15, 2025
Rooms in My Mind is exactly what it sounds like-a walk through the mess and magic that lives in my head. Some pages are loud, some quiet. Some come from pain I didn't know how to say out loud, others from moments that made me feel soft or alive or completely undone.
This isn't a perfect collection. It wasn't meant to be. It's bits of poetry, loose thoughts, feelings I didn't know where else to put. It's the kind of writing you do when no one's watching-just you, the page, and the truth.
You might not understand every piece. That's okay. They weren't all written to be understood-just felt.
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