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I’m glad that there is always Prosebox, when I feel as if I cannot talk to anyone about how I am feeling. The dark feelings that you try to hide, so those around you don’t know how truly insane y...

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I finally did it. I left my husband. I feel sad but strangely liberated. I’m glad it’s the beginning of the end 💚

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It’s so strange and beautiful that you can lose yourself throughout your life, and find yourself all over again. No matter your age or stage. It’s bittersweet and somewhat melancholy to think of ...

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I have never been more ashamed of myself… in my life. I choked in an emergent situation today. I feel so pathetic. I stopped for an auto accident, and when I saw this small, frail, Asian girl cry...

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“I choose love. Hate is far too great of a burden to bear.” We hope, love and win. We dream, love, and lose. Destiny. Fate. Take our pick. Is any of it really in our hands? We mold the world tha...

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Back to a time… Where I could be myself. Bangles, flower child skirts, barefeet. I would fancy some Jameson on the rocks as I begin to remind myself of the times where I accepted myself as whole...

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Sometimes when you press against my surface I can never catch my breath Not due to a profound moment But for the fact after our lifetime together You still haven’t the slightest idea How I like t...

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I feel alive this morning. It has been years, since I’ve picked up my pen to draw… Write… Let any sort of self expression onto a piece of paperwork or my computer screen. Have I really felt this ...

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Fluorescent stars circle the ceiling As the taste of cheap wine Lingers on the corners Of your raw open lips Is it the shame The sun’s glare Or the unknown That makes the dawn feel this wr...

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