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Finding Hope

I cannot go, and come, and kill myself Hope – full   I could be very imaginative; always stuck in my head plotting “My Perfect Life” (or at least that’s what I thought). Planning boat rides, hunting escapades, runaway relationships, coups, lunch, vacation with the kids. I’m sure you get the point. Three years ago, …

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Spoken words ~ Walls

Walls I know how it feels to look in the mirror bare-faced and stare into the eyes of a stranger, someone so familiar yet different. To stare into the eyes of the person you once used to be before you became discontent; before you doubted that you could be; before the lies became your way …