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Seven years later


I did not give her Thanksgiving. This is my biggest regret. It all makes sense why we did not celebrate Christmas, New Year’s or any holiday after that. Her mind was made. I should have known November 22, 2014. Leave it to Facebook to share memory.

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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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