At every break of dawn Begins a new day of hustles, A ground for new battles As we grope into the unknown, Together, yet somehow still alone. We struggle with our needs And hide our shameful deeds, Things we have said or thought, That we are proud of not. Under the draining weight of […]
So there I was, broken; broken in every possible form –emotionally, physically, spiritually, sexually… There I was drenched in brokenness, the stench of bitterness reeking off me like alcohol on a drunkard. Bitterness was my vice now, after all, I was a battered woman; battered and beaten down by life, scorned by one too many. I […]
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