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Twin Flame- Two seas colliding, Lighting and thunder Too much alike, spirits in plunder Walking beside each other Not in the flesh Journeys parallel Pray that they'll mesh Slipping away They grab what they can Memories and torment are left in their hands The lines tell of stories Only something divine could explain

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The only hope she saw was peeking from the corner of her bloodshot eyes- Trickery and misery was a blatant disguise A slippery slope Only leading to hell Where darkness looks appealing but it's wearing a veil Covered with diamonds and flashy reprieve She feeds into the monster and falls to her knees. She never saw the hope, she was just throwing stones It was just an illusion because she has always made hell feel just like her home.

Jeannie Proffitt

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Children of Alcoholics: Birthday Candles Among every new year am I to blow out another candle. I’m torn between irony in the let down, false hopes and petty expectations. There is no substance to the matter, after all, it is just a birthday candle and merely a wish. There is something about the way the fire entices me, the way the wax burns and falls that makes me believe that this year may reap possibility. Irony in the let down has become the theme song to my life, to every blown out candle. The only thing that ever changes are the numbers on the cake because I have only ever had one wish.