·MARY HELEN·

They broke my fingers and they broke my bones. I am a ghost gasping through the exuberance of life. They haven’t seen horror like I have. The horror that neither moves you nor breaks you, but with one iron palm muffles you. The memories are not within me. They climb up on the walls like …

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REST ON YOUR WINGS OF FIRE

Stop acting like every breath you take stole you from death, My nightmares only come alive when I can’t send myself to sleep, I can’t seem to find my breath as the figments of my imagination play too heavily on my emotions, Now every movement they make, even to offer me kindness, I am a …

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HAVE YOU EVER SAID A REAL GOODBYE

I’ve always wanted to know if the birds ever felt free inside, Do they gaze above into the stars each night as my eyes do? How many places have their feet touch that the birds didn’t want to stay in? But the moment I step near them, they fly away in fear. And how many …

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WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?

WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE? Just how much of the day is occupied with thoughts, makes time go away. In a day, there are so many opportunities to do good. I just cannot seem to fulfill them all. But the hope of doing good in a world so bad makes life precious. Pain is …

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