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Do you ever feel like you want to slip away into the shadows,
Not to be dead, or missed,
but to be free and relaxed.
To feel what it’s like to free yourself from the chains of your own built prison of social norms, friends, and expectations.
To disappear - in a way.
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Hurt
Words can be made of rigged glass or sharpened knives; rarely will you see words bloomed with roses
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Him
This page is for the voices of Her to speak. For the voices of Women to speak. And though, men may not speak here, we will certainly speak of men on this page.
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