She’s Only Twelve Years Old

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I feel like I’m 12.  A sad, sorry age to feel . . . .all empty, lonely, desperate not to go home.  Becky, my birth mother, has come to pick me up at Michelle’s house.  I spent the last night or two at her house.  Now it’s time to go home, and I’m on Michelle’s […]

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Estoy dejando ir

I want to let go. There are no fluffy words or poetic sentiments I can muster tonight. My thoughts are halted by the regime of exhaustion and apathy. I want to speak, but the air devours my words before they may be heard. I have not felt this alone in many dark moons. Helpless. Hopeless. […]

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Self-Inflicted Solitaire

Originally dated 12-29-2012 Updated 1-1-2018 Though I still suffer from social anxiety, I’ve made a lot of progress and things are much better since this older post. ________________________________________________________________ Self-Inflicted Solitaire Emptiness lingers on inside, A constant, unyielding pain, Competing with despair that thrives While the blues pour down a drenching rain. A hollow wind storms in my conscious, Acutely aware of what […]

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Silence of the dead

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I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about how heavy my heart is. I don’t want to talk about how hopeless I am. I don’t want to talk about how lonely I am. I don’t want to talk about how fat I feel. I don’t want to talk about how […]

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Question Asked, Question Answered Part 2

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Castor Girl asked a question of me in a post on May 8 regarding our loneliness and what was causing it. She asked, “Do you know what’s happened to you to make you feel so lonely?” Several events have taken place that explain the recent onset of loneliness. First, I started reading a book called […]

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