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a Gypsy's Tale: Flowers
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The way I see it. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. Too many to count. This past year has been a growth journey for me and for the first time in my life I can say. I'm happy with Jocelyn. Really happy is an understatement but I haven't exactly found a way to put it into words. People and things only add to my joy. I'd rather have a flower in my hair than diamonds around my neck💋. February 5, 2015 at 5:58 AM. You can never let it die. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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a Gypsy's Tale: April 2012
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The way I see it. Saturday, April 21, 2012. Sweet kisses of bullshit and lies placed on my back,. Smacked and beaten, my feelings and thoughts have been for years,. But beyond these tears of despair and self hate is a small light of hope. Buried beneath shit and bruises, trying to cope with the reality of my life. The way I walk and the way I talk.this isn't the real me. Silent screams fill the dryness of my muffled room. Each step I take towards the shadows places a distance between me and reality.
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a Gypsy's Tale: November 2014
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The way I see it. Monday, November 17, 2014. Trying to understand the flow of the river is like trying to figure out the mystery of life. How'd it begin- - how did the river bend where it did? Giving me just enough time to dive out, not in. Before I drowned. A piece of life I thought I tossed to the wind. To be lost just as deep and numb as the other pieces. Unfind. Unfound. Bury. Dig. Deep. Dark. Tossed. Ugly. To lose again. To turn backs against walls. Lose sight of the climb- fuck the fall.
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a Gypsy's Tale: Dried Rivers
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The way I see it. Thursday, December 18, 2014. We dream of moving on more than we dream of holding on. In the midst of breaking down, counting tears and learning that hurt only hurts as long as you allow it. I wrote this in 5 minutes. I held onto you. Fought for what laughs around me and the smiles you gave me made me dream to be true. To come to light. I defended your love and bended the dreams I had while believing that you'd eventually fight for what you loved. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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a Gypsy's Tale: Drown
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The way I see it. Friday, February 20, 2015. Eyes closed, deep breath in. How quickly my inner being naturally released the bullshit. As if my soul was granted a new beginning allowing. This. This to fit. Effortlessly my lips curve with dancing smile lines as numb places begin to feel again. Big Deep breath in. Anticipating this head first dive to eventually drain my breath of fresh air. Only to find that I swim just fine. This flow of our river is easy. Understand it. Trust it. July 1, 2015 at 11:38 PM.
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a Gypsy's Tale: My Garden
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The way I see it. Monday, February 2, 2015. My apple is not. In fact, my apple isn't an apple at all.only mistaken as one. Slowly, with each rotation of our Earth, my apple hides more of it's identity as it grows. but constantly sharing its sweetness,. What peaks my curiosity is not the actual hidden identity of this fruit but rather, how it remains so sweet? Falsified fear can die. No? February 5, 2015 at 5:48 AM. That Apple sounds like more of a desert rather than a healthy snack lol. Ed The Sports Fan.
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a Gypsy's Tale: February 2015
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The way I see it. Friday, February 20, 2015. Eyes closed, deep breath in. How quickly my inner being naturally released the bullshit. As if my soul was granted a new beginning allowing. This. This to fit. Effortlessly my lips curve with dancing smile lines as numb places begin to feel again. Big Deep breath in. Anticipating this head first dive to eventually drain my breath of fresh air. Only to find that I swim just fine. This flow of our river is easy. Understand it. Trust it. Monday, February 2, 2015.
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a Gypsy's Tale: March 2014
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The way I see it. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. Too many to count. This past year has been a growth journey for me and for the first time in my life I can say. I'm happy with Jocelyn. Really happy is an understatement but I haven't exactly found a way to put it into words. People and things only add to my joy. I'd rather have a flower in my hair than diamonds around my neck💋. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Ed The Sports Fan. A Taste of poiZon. There was an error in this gadget.
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a Gypsy's Tale: February 2013
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The way I see it. Saturday, February 9, 2013. My reality as of current: Live for me. For my expectations. Dancing like no one is watching. I find fulfillment and pleasure in appeasing myself and holding myself to one hell of a standard. NP: Renegade- Kings of Convenience. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Continuing to breathe life, digest it, regurgitate it, smile through it.maybe shed a few tears.pretty much, Living IT. View my complete profile. Ed The Sports Fan. A Taste of poiZon. What's in my history tab.
