Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
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Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
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