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poetry

The Barrage. {poetry}

Walls are heavy and impenetrable, while freedom is light as a feather and infinite… yet it can be hard to carry. Maybe because it can lift you like a bird to unimaginable heights and unknown places we otherwise would never reach.

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Persephone Searching.

I entered through the labyrinth, searching for the center part. The stalagmites glowed fluorescent, in the deepening dark. There were claw marks on the walls juxtaposed to crude art. My fingers caressed the etchings, like somehow these walls could speak. The secrets of the ones before me,  ...

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Why Choose To Be A Writer?

Why would I possibly choose to be a slave to my thoughts, a mere soapbox for ideas to stand upon, a complex outlet for the expression of simple truths? No, if I chose anything, I chose to push harder. I chose diligence.

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