Did I ever love at all, if I held onto so much hatred of myself? I thought about it too long; now I don’t want to go. I need to trust my initial instincts. I always end up feeling like I’m not worth it. I always feel like I should make the conscious choice to…
Tag: identity
skin split | saturday poem
I peel the layers of myself to feel and numb, numb and feel again I spread the skin of my shed layer to see and behold, behold and see again I split the skin of myself, to understand and understand understand, understand ~Sammicakes
Identity | Saturday Prose
There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…
Don’t Have Only One Trait That Defines You: Identity Essay
Envious. The only way to describe that phenomenon of green-faced Jealousy. That one bright, talented prodigy that excels at one feat so well that their superiority in that field is the first thing that comes to mind upon thinking of them. Well, what happens when they lose that special spark that had constructed their whole…
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