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I’m more like my father than I will ever admit. Father, affection can’t be seen with a harsh tone; and yet that’s all I seem to know. No...

My dreams feel like another timeline. Like something that has yet to happen but probably won't because it doesn't exist here. My dreams...

I hope you say my name in your sleep. I hope you are consumed by my thoughts. The mere existence of me? I hope it tortures you. Every...

We strive to be performers, to unleash ourselves, to express our emotions with extensive passion, to be noticed, to speculate, to consume...

Maybe we should continue to love, even if we are disappointed in the response. Even if we feel drained, hollow, left-out. Because love...

Life in the Desert, Stars in Heaven I'm alive, that's all I think about Because I don't live in either my past or my future concentrate...