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Combatant Of The Night | awalk withself
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The exploration of a very human life. Combatant Of The Night. I trudge forward now, dropping pen and ink. Left to float are pages of thoughts and sorrows to drift and dwindle in the lamp lighting my way. A soldiers woes and tales of memories long past pouring forth with a whiplashing of wounds, reopening to glare at me in my humbled state Nothing left but to turn a new leaf over now nothing left. I grasp tightly to the last scrap within my hand, one more heartbeat, is there time? Greyness, greyness and t...
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My Body Is My Own | awalk withself
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The exploration of a very human life. My Body Is My Own. 8220;It’s been two years and a bit since I walked away from you and today I found out some things that have left me feeling shaken, sad and very truly violated. In December 2012 two strangers tried to contact me and warn me about you, about your activities that involved them and others. That was eight months into our relationship- you were already living with me. This is not a hate letter. I am not always the praying type, but today I pray that you...
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Survival | awalk withself
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The exploration of a very human life. This entry was posted on September 10, 2016, in A Visual Saying. My Body Is My Own. 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). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Fear Not The Lone One’s Cry | awalk withself
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The exploration of a very human life. Fear Not The Lone One’s Cry. The sun breaking through fallen eaves,. The swaying branch of laughing trees,. The sight of silver-white snow,. A breathy mist, a sorrowful crow. Tomorrow’s rain that calls new life,. Leaves that spiral bringing flight,. The softest hush, the smoothest sigh,. Another day to wave goodbye. And then unto this night begone! For love is swift and battles strong,. Nothing left but freedoms win…. This life is ours to suffer in. My Body Is My Own.