oh, hell.

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I am a woman. I am not soft, I will fight back. I will not be oppressed. I am a woman. I am human, I am alive. There is blood in my veins; I am no puppet made only to be displayed. I am a woman. I have my own wills, I have my own desires. I will dye my hair red to embody the fire. Fire the burns, thrives, prevails, fire that lives inside me. --I will outburn even the sun itself. I am a woman. I am strong and I am large, and I too, contain multitudes. I will defy even the universe itself if I had to. I am woman. I am not made of man. neither sand nor ash nor to dust shall I return. I am made of my own systems, and when I die, I will shake the heavens. And I am a woman. I will not be destroyed. not by anyone, not by you. (remember that I am perfectly capable of that, all by myself.)

- I am a woman. by C.B

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Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I have spilled my brother's blood and cursed humanity far worst than you did. Doomed to be the creatures who invented murder, Oh tell me, father, what have I done? My demons won out and my jealousy raged. I let my anger consume me, and my dragons grew stronger. In my hand, I hold my brother's beating heart, Oh tell me, tell me, father. What have I done?

Genesis 4: 1 - 15 by C.B

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I do not need your help. I am perfectly capable of destroying myself.

When it all gets too much. #3

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I suppose we all see ourselves as victims. I suppose that's as human as it can get.

When It All Gets Too Much. # 2

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“Don’t we, as sentient beings placed here on earth with such a limited time span, have the right to be happy? To not–to quote Thoreau, ‘lead lives of quiet desperation’?”

 When it all gets too much. #1

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Hers is a savage kind of beauty, unnoticeable at first, but as you linger, you see it: Her eyes: alert and constantly alight with naked brutality, (The eyes of a tigress, a predator searching for prey.) Her chin: raised high and indomitable, (Reminding him of the queens of old, who wielded power like it is their own: —a missing limb, a wretched siamese twin.) Her mouth: clipped words laced with steel and honey, (Saying, "I have been broken, and I have rose and rose again.) She had the makings of a queen, and her palace is the gutter that she sleeps in.

Deyanira by C.B

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It was a startling spectacle, sad, sweet, saccharine, a violin’s slow swell. our mouths had clipped shut with words unsaid, —breathless, stunned, aching, a casual wave, followed by nights of bitter regret. If I had asked you to, again, in the right time, in the right place, would you have run away with me? For we had lied in desert waters, and dreamt of cinematic dreams. Drowned in our notorious luxuries, of vending machines and stolen things. And we had smoked cigarettes and spent nights lying beside one another, —blackouts,  confusion mixed with longing, and the unshakable feeling that our lives may be a mess, but all had been right in the world.

- ‘STRANGERS IN A STRANGE LAND’ by C.B

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What will I gain If I lose my soul and own the world, you ask? Power. Glory. Contentment. (My life would be chaotic, but fulfilling) For what is the use of a soul, if I am breathing and yet not living? So you yell me about the purpose of souls: next lives—rebirth and reincarnation. But I tell you this: “This world is a cesspool, and one life is enough for me. So long as I lived it in sybaritic ecstasy.

— "What is the use of a soul?" by C.B