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Bare Bones
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Concluida, Has publicado oct 05, 2016
A collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing.
  A note about the layout:
  Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love.
  Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the poems are unedited representations of the many different thoughts and feelings I was experiencing from moment to moment, day to day.
  Part 3: yearn is the pattern. It follows my heart as I move from the breakup onto another person. The cycle I could not yet break free from.
  Part 4: rise is the ascension. The realization. The overcoming. Taking back my power.
  I hope you enjoy this. The bare bones of my story.
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