Want


I want there to be no secrets.
I want us to share everything.
I want to hear about your good days as well as your bad days.
I want to be your sounding board.
I want to be your safe place.
I want you to tell me what’s on your mind whether or not I like when I hear.
I want to be your sunshine in the rain.
I like mustard, you like ketchup and that’s OK.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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