Tennessee River Low


Why I miss you is beyond me particularly, the holiday season. I don’t know I really don’t know. I miss most is talking with you though we never really shared anything deep. You didn’t share much or perhaps I did not share due to your naiveness. You don’t know really anything about me despite what you believe me to be. You never really cared enough. Well, happy holidays! Fuck me, fuck you, fuck them.

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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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