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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Janaina Medeiros
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@enragedkeigh
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Mine, AK Rose
One thing they will never tell you about growing up with emotional distance and accumulated resentment towards your parents is that you will perennially carry the indignation with every fiber of your being, together with the debt of gratitude that is not of love for them, but the default sympathy for their misfortune of having you.
My heart is poisoned, my brain left in shreds of horror and sadness. I never let you down world, but you did lousy things to me.
Jonas Mekas, As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw A Glimpse of Beauty
Learning to be kind
won't ever undo
the violence my
hands have done.
Regardless of how much I mold myself with softer touch, my unstrainable hands will always ease in a violent manner with strokes that comes with rage. I can't unlearn applying the heavy hands I was taught and grew used to. I always end up jeopardizing what is supposed to be invented or reinvented.
-Andrea Keigh
Foreign is the gentleness of affection. Even as a child, it had always been pain; violence had always been prevalent in our home.
I found peace in living in the ruins of my vessel, too barren with love, while destructing the decent remains of my flesh that had been ignorantly longing for the gentleness of affection.
- Andrea Keigh