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what she whispered to herself
It’s one foot after another, it’s about keeping her head down, nose to grindstone. But can she actually breathe?
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The Modern Anchorite – Blessed Silence
Anger and fear surge as my walls close and chains tighten.With nowhere to hide or run, I am to live in and through my reckoning.What is it that keeps my soul alive when my body is imprisoned?How do I sustain my sanity, let alone my sense of self so far from society?I set up limits…
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Tears You Stitch Up Again
Tears can rip and tears can stain. Which ones do you tend to feel?
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One Baby Step at a Time
I like writing because I like counting words and numbers
Enchantress Morgan's Domain 