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Read MoreI saw him in the back of the room a wide space between him and the crowd no one acknowledged his presence he was...a non-entity it was a self-imposed exile however unintended I wanted to feel sorry for him sipping his drink in silence amidst all the...
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Truth. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Unfortunately power brings out the worst in humans. Almost like no one person should ever have that much power because it will corrupt them over time. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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It’s true. Occasionally it can be diffused. Not often though. In this case, he was a team lead who liked to flout his title from time to time. When they decided to make him a supervisor, I went to management and listed my concerns categorically. They promised to have a word with him and he changed his behavior immediately. In the end, I became his assistant for a while. He’s since left the team, but he never allowed himself to really be part of it. It was sad in a “get what you sow” kinda way. Thank you, my friend
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Thank you, Angel Louise 😊
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Read MoreIf I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...
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Love this poem.. it’s elegant and sensual !! Well written!
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Read MoreIt's been years since I've last heard her voice— touched her skin— breathed her in. I find myself stalking the deserted corridors of my past in the abandoned present. Holding a musky candle of the future. A strategic aphrodisiac...
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hello dearest Thriteen you’re from the underground I must know you… this is powerful I don’t know if you ever read me…my memory isn’t good and the last year I was going through hell…this write is full of passion and anyone would love to be wanted this way ❤️
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Hey Crimsin, yes I am. And yes, I have read you.
I believe I also had maybe one or more of your works on my reading list from way back in the day. I fell off the reading wagon somewhere along the line and just limited myself to expressing.
Sorry to hear about your tribulations. If it is any solace, physics just (back in 2022) proved that our universe is not locally real, it’s all a generative simulation of our experiences taking shape. Even the hell we feel, believe it or not, is all self inflicted. Either from the present, our past, or our previous iteration (past life). And strangely enough through vipassana (my first course on April 8th) I realised that if I simply observe all my sensations, good or bad — without judging them, without craving or being averse to them, — they all disappear. We’ve learned to live with ignorance of the truth, ‘all things are impermanent’, even the hell we go through. If you get the chance to, I highly recommend experiencing vipassana for yourself for the 10 day course. Even if you never practice it in daily life after.As for this poem, the person I wrote this for doesn’t feel any intimacy towards me. haha
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This rings so true. It’s crazy how we talk to ourselves when we are going through heartbreak. But when I read this kind of work, I feel grateful for the read and understanding of someone else’s pain. Being able to write it down so eloquently and honestly isn’t easy. Great write.
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Thank you so much for stopping by. I remember your name from DUP as well.
Well, the feelings were true and the clarity you gain from being completely honest with yourself is unparalleled.
I’ve tried to pen that as neatly as I could.
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