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#miscarriage #depression #marriage #sadness #loneliness #dabuzzheard
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Breathing
As you know, writing's my thing. It may be to my detriment as most people are capable of keeping their thoughts and feelings inside. Writers - writers must write. We can't stop. It's how we breathe. We (sometimes inadvertently) spew out our deepest darkest hurts and fears and no matter how hard we try to disguise them, they uncover themselves. But I know - I know we have a purpose. We are meant to be here. We are meant to be the ones who undress our souls before the courts for the world to see. We lie there naked and trembling, waiting for the first stone to be thrown. We are the Jezebels - the Mary Magdalenes that are meant to be called the (whatevers) so the hiders can stay hidden and know they're not the only ones. And once in a while something beautiful and amazing and unforgettable bleeds out of the end of our pen, and we become heroes and angels and can move mountains. And we're given flowers and a crown and tears are shed when we enter a room. All of this...for breathing.
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I am beautifully broken. The light shines through the cracks in my heart, but it cannot be seen without the darkness beneath.
#broken #scars #light darkness
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I find it so amusing when people (not my husband), after announcing that they have decided to go a route other than the GPS route, still feel the need to argue with the thing every time it gives them a command. (not my husband)
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#the morning purr #my supurr bowl #the purrfect Monday therapy
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Courtney Dunkel in the Boston Globe, Massachusetts, November 10, 1950
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This amazing artist paints/draws how I write poetry. I love ... 鈾ワ笍

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There is always more. More to find. More to learn. More to give. More to love. Don't quit, my weary friend. Don't you fucking quit. You crawl, inch by Goddamn inch, and I will crawl with you until you can stand again. But don't. You. Quit. And if I'm ever talking like I'm gonna quit, you knock my fucking door down and kick my ass, because I need help.

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