Simply-Kayla
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You cry for help, I come running and throw you the rope. You grab it. But rather than climb, You gorge on selfishness. Rather than pull yourself up, You fill your pockets with pebbles. Instead of reaching for me, You start rooting to the ground. You cry again, I hold tight the rope we never…
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Why does it feel like summer is already over? I remember when they felt endless never-ending infinite. I’d waste away hot, sticky, sunny days lazing away in our cold, damp basement – watching music videos on MTV until the moon lit up the sky. It seemed those days would never end in my forever summer.…
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I want to write a love poem, One for you and me. I’ll lock it away in our hearts and incinerate the key. I want you to look into my eyes. They are a sparkling glass of sweet rosé, the glimmers of the sun-speckled sea, the hottest stars in the skies. You will not be…
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Trollope pulled an Orwell! Or should we say Orwell pulled a Trollope? Read Review Below Rating: ★★ “The Fixed Period” is a story taking place in the 1980s where a community living on an island off of England has decided to develop it’s own government and state, called Britannula. For the most part they are…
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People aren’t comfortable being alone with their feelings anymore. I want to embrace all the feels.
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I at least wish I had the excuse that I was on mushrooms, but I just have weird dreams.
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“So high the climb, I can’t turn back now. Must keep climbing up to the clouds.” – No Doubt
