A Convenient Alibi

A place to share my creative writing // Read too closely and you might figure out my secrets // Ask me directly and I just might tell you // LMB // 22 //

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Rush Hour

Cars rush past mine, one filling the void of the last, their silent shuffle too loud for me to think

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New Site!

I’m excited to announce my new website, where I will be publishing my longer works. I would love you all to check it out and give any feedback/suggestions on my work :) https://a-convenient-alibi.home.blog/

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Love is love is love is love

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I’m scared right now, but i can do this.

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I write only when I am in my deepest pit, for the black of my pen’s ink is the only thing that can match the darkness in my heart

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The only person who can heal me is the one cutting my wounds

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Here I am

Here I am, left to give myself worth after years of basing my worth on your opinions. Here I am, lost in a silence that used to be filled with the words of your hate. Here I am, supposed to be proud for having the strength to leave, but only feeling a more intense void than ever before.

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I don’t believe in “over.” I believe in sadness, and in loss, and in change. But nothing is ever over. It’s just not how it used to be.

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She knew an ultimatum would end it, taken as a threat rather than a plea. But something needed to change, some action needed to be taken, and if her love wasn’t worthy of that effort than an ultimatum there would be.

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“Remnants” by Jay Pierce - 8/26/17 - 7:40 p.m.

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In each lost whisper was a cry for help, left only to be answered by the silence between the winds

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I must say, after checking out your blog, I really love what I see. Such profound simplicity that feels so relatable 💜

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your support!

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six seconds until we are thrown overboard, until this ship that has carried us not as far as we wanted to go, but hey we went somewhere, is done with us and our efforts of trying and I just want to say: I don’t love you. I don’t know if I did. and if I don’t tell you now  I’ll sink as soon as my feet leave the plank with the weight of all of it. 

last words || O.L.

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Where she saw darkness, he saw stars

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No matter how much she had, she always wanted more. And that was what ended her