She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
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We seek a love which will make us whole; Such a burden we place upon those we love. So I work to become whole in myself, Hoping the lightness in my being Leaves no burden for others to carry.