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Excuses just aren’t enough

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February 22, 2018

Most of the time I just feel like I don’t have the time to write, read a book, have a drink with some friends or even visiting a friend. Speaking of which, my friend recently had a baby and I did have the time to visit, I could have…


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My Heart

…the mystery no man can solve

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February 13, 2018

Though her body was frail, she had a resilient mind. Though she became a widow at a very young age, she kept a smile on her face. Though she was sick and heavily burdened she continued to trust in God. One glance at her and you would have never…


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My Heart

No Appropriate Title

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January 17, 2018

My heart goes out to every person who has ever contemplated suicide. I may never understand your situation or what could have possibly gone wrong that made you  want to take your own life and I may never meet with you for you to help me understand but I…


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My Dear Child…

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December 21, 2017

Dear Baby,

When your father and I met it was love at first sight. There was something, I just can’t place my finger on it exactly but it was there. Like current switched on I was a magnet,  a magnet to his touch, power and something, I always ask myself…


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Be You, Be Free

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December 13, 2017

Being you is never too much to ask for.

People will always want you to fit into their definition of perfect

Perfect wife

Perfect child

Perfect sibling

Perfect associate

And when this does not work they will find ways to break your spirit just so you can measure up

But the thing is, you don’t have…


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There once was a time

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November 30, 2017

There once was a time I yearned for your approval like a new born baby yearning for its mothers milk, only instead of being nourished I was left in a state far worse than I was before …

wasted, starved and parched for another drink of your approval.

Like a penniless…

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