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What a hell of a night | hey, who gave the crazy girl a barbell?!
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Hey, who gave the crazy girl a barbell? The training log of a vegan barbell addict living with PTSD and Chronic Pain. What a hell of a night. I had to postphone the MRI because of a delay with my health insurance card, but I’m getting it next week, Then I’ll know for sure if anything has improved like he said. But I doubt it😦. Then, it’s back to the Orthopaedic/surgery route. Post traumatic stress disorder. One thought on “ What a hell of a night. December 13, 2014 at 3:51 pm. What a hell of a night.
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Mirror image | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. May 28, 2014. Like a bomb in a birdcage,. With no hope of self-containment. And caution thrown to the wind. That those words you hurled. Were your currency of love. It never leaves me,. Could have done better. Could have tried harder. Could have been more. A lot of good that does us now,. I am taking time I don’t have,. Through years of blurry memories. And all the while,. You stand on the edge. Of every moment lost. Like a bomb in a birdcage,.
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Deal breaker | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. April 30, 2014. Lead me not into temptation. We say that we. But I know that we. Morals have no standing here. Fueled by a drink or two,. Resistance would be futile. Do with me what you will. This entry was posted in Poetry. And tagged bad decisions. Old habits die hard. In spite of or because of →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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In the moment | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. July 21, 2015. You tell me I am. Better in person,. That you were not expecting. And I tell you. You tell me I am. Such a Capricorn,. That you have me. All figured out,. And I tell you. You tell me I am. Impatient but then you. Ask how much I miss you. Don’t get attached,. But we both know I am. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Everything’s fine and nothing is new. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. The price of a muse.
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lindleyrose | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. June 22, 2016. How long I’ve loved you,. And that is perhaps the problem. You were still pulling away. When I was first falling,. And though we say. The same words now,. They fall with me,. Fall on deaf ears. How long I’ve loved you,. And that is perhaps our sole undoing. Of the things I try to accept,. But find that I cannot. How long I’ll love you,. And that is perhaps a grand misjudgment. You think it will prevail,. This tie that binds,.
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Everything’s fine and nothing is new | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. Everything’s fine and nothing is new. June 6, 2015. You on your journey towards justice. Predisposition towards passive aggression. You were my closest confidant,. If only because I found. A twisted pleasure in our differences;. I filtered little and. Told you nearly everything. I gave you pieces of myself. That meant nothing to me,. But I could never give you more. Who knows for sure. What difference that’d have made. We are held together by.
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Limbo | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. July 7, 2014. Here you are again,. Stalking the edge of my consciousness. And straddling the space between. The thrill of the chase. When I cannot get away. I tell myself that I am. Simply lacking closure,. I am not built for that. And you have always known as much. In the filtered morning light,. I will re-write our story. Until the pieces fit. I [almost] fear that this will never stop,. And your voice inside my head,. But let’s be honest:.
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In spite of or because of | lindley rose
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This map won't get you home if you don't know where you are. In spite of or because of. May 7, 2014. The kettle and the pot –. Physical factors tossed aside,. We are [almost] carbon copies. You understood a deeper part of me. That most other people never see. I lost myself in that. We both forgot that more is less. Timing is everything and. Ours was a hot mess. I resist the urge to. But I want you to know that I. Almost] all of your loose screws. 8211;L.R.Y. This entry was posted in Poetry.
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Dear Person on the Other Train, – Little Life Letters
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Little List of Blogs. Letters for the Day. Dear Person on the Other Train,. June 3, 2015. May 25, 2016. It’s still an amazing moment for me when, on the monotonous grind of the daily commute, I find a new friend. Well, maybe friend. Is not the proper word. Yes, that’ll do. Then the moment was over. I hope you got to where you were going safely and with as few delays the 1 can try to offer during a commute. 7 thoughts on “ Dear Person on the Other Train,. June 3, 2015 / 6:36 pm. Strangers on a train.