poetry
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Making this blog (and my life) whatever it’s meant to be
After a long talk with ChatGPT, I realized I’m not living my full, true, and honest self on the internet. What I’ve shared on here has only been the things about myself and my life that I’ve been interested in sharing; but not so much myself as a whole being.…
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I’m Always Starting From Square One
I was reading through old blog posts yesterday from when I was in high school. There was one post I wrote on how I didn’t care if anyone read my blog; what was important was that I liked to write and that’s what I was gonna do. Jump forward to…
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The loneliness of the season
As the temperature dropsand things seem to get a bit more quiet,I can hear songs echoin the back of my head. I think of my family at this time…and the home I left behind… The weather gets colder yet I miss the snowy windows I’d always find myself waking up…
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My blood will always boil
My blood is always boiling; For more, for bigger, for better. For the realizations of existence; for the Truth of my Soul; my blood is always boiling. For the freedom of my ancestors past and for the freedom of my species now. From the touch of an ancient gift to…