blackeyed peas
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DEPRESSION you think you can drain me and call it truth you tell me I am nothing over and over like repetition makes it real IT DOES NOT You are a distortion not a verdict And I am still here Breathing Existing Living in a world you said I would not survive That alone proves you wrong BIPOLAR DISORDER you… Read more
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the lilacs still cling to the corners of my mind,a ghost of my lovely childhood in my grandmother’s kitchen,where laughter simmered along with blackeyed peas and ham and fresh biscuits I remember her hands kneading dough while the rain tapped like pellets against the window; now their dining room sits with empty chairs,their silence shows… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 