I'm 25 years old and have been writing in journals since I was in 1st grade. Writing makes me feel beautiful the way no physical beauty could ever replace. My style of writing is intense but it frees my soul.
I dumped my remains into the sand and held my face in my hands and tried to find peace with the ocean but it only rocked back and forth roughly and tried to persuade me to come with it. It only glared at me. And the skies grew dark and fed the ocean their fury and we all ended up immersed in its tears. I was seeking cover, as I always do. And shivering with something that will never really disapear. The tears of the sky were bigger than mine, belittling me and drenching my body and my remains washed away, as they always do. I'm in the middle of letting go, just like I always do.
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Trials and Tears (17/12/2018)
Red wine (19/11/2018)
Shady eyes (08/11/2018)
Swollen eyes and faith (06/11/2018)
Leaving in time (01/11/2018)
Rum and Rise (27/10/2018)
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