Dear sweet little girl, I see you on the swings smiling with delight, Spring air combing through your hair, Sunshine kissing your face.
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Dear sweet little girl, I see you on the swings smiling with delight, Spring air combing through your hair, Sunshine kissing your face.
Read MoreShe is alone. Left to figure it out on her own. Trying to make sense of the darkness. Unable to comprehend the heartless. Where are they now? Somewhere better without me. Hollow halls, emptiness calls I’ll just wait silently.
Read MoreI glance around the table at them as they take their respective seats. It has been an incredible ten-year journey of fits, starts, defeats, reboots, re-entries, failures, and beginning again. But with each descent into the darkness I emerge to sit at this table with more light, more humility, more grit—and more of my true…
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