Wednesday, January 11, 2017

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 The only feeling was stifling fear; I was being torn down in the back of the room. Ripped apart. I was screaming, but there was this shield between me and the rest of the classroom– they couldn’t see me and they couldn’t hear me. 
I was utterly alone surrounded by people who would help me, but couldn’t. 

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swells of change

Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail