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The Ramblings of a Madwoman: A Body.
It breaks down all of the time. How am I suppose to love something that… Continue reading →
I’m Scared of My Body
I’m scared of my body I’m scared of the storm of pops and cracks that… Continue reading →
Immaculate Conception
Hail Mary Filled with disgrace, That man was with you. Never letting tears roll down… Continue reading →
She’s a Warrior
You wouldn’t be able to tell just by seeing Her messy hair, her stained blouse,… Continue reading →
anxiety attack
Everything feels wrong. When you notice the sound that the air makes And how round… Continue reading →
The Forest
She trekked, well more like stumbled, through the forest. Huffing and puffing, throwing muffled curses… Continue reading →
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