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When the anger fades, what am I left with? Scars that nobody could see, things only I could feel. There was too much shame in saying that I was hurt, that I scraped my knee when others got amputated. But the hurt was too much but I couldn’t stop living so I covered them under…
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It’s always astonishing (even though that doesn’t feel like the right word), how changing even one word can change the impact of a statement. Maybe you add a word or swap for one that sounds more professional. You change what you actually want to say and what you mean for the sake of saying things…
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Can you imagine spending days thinking about making a blog, an hour or so creating one, finally sitting down to write your first post and you suddenly lose the ability to think? Typical. I thought I would introduce myself for this first post and give you the rundown on why I decided to make a…
Constance Persephone 