Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry, Recovery, Writing Curse Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on December 28, 2017December 28, 2017 She knew her tongue was wild and free, knew of times it shouldn’t be, force like a wind propelling words forward, when faced with uncertainty, her defense, strength, gift, curse, blessed curse it be. Emily© Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Better is it to have a cursed one than a silent one. I love this, Emily!
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Thank you, Alex! I agree. ☺
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You are welcome, Emily 🙂
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What happened to your blog? Taking a break?
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Private for now…. people can request access… but looking at closing it, maybe.
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Aww, well I know that’s a very personal decision, but I love your poetry. You’re very talented. I understand needing a break too.
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Thank you!
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Amazing! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Wonderful words Emily.
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Thank you Stephen!
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