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The Man on the Hill
It made me sad when I saw him there.
Beaten and bruised as he carried it.
No one helped him.
No one cared.
He hadn’t hurt anyone, yet they hated him.
He hadn’t stolen anything, yet they despised him.
All of this made no sense to me.
Why was a man who was faultless being punished?
Why was a man who healed and renewed life to people g...
Thursday 10th April 2025 12:23 pm
Eyes on Me
I don’t want to be seen
I don’t want to be perceived
I wish I could go anywhere and be invisible.
People are everywhere
Eyes are everywhere
They’re all living their own lives but why do I feel as though mine is being watched?
As though they’re looking for a mistake in me
Is my hair messy?
Is my outfit mismatched?
Do I walk wei...
Monday 19th August 2024 11:30 am
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