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Down a lane where no maps go, Where silence hums and grasses grow, There stands a house, both proud and shy— Beneath the ever-changing sky. ...

They called me morbidly obese, Told me no one would love me, That I was too much to ever be enough. I believed them—  Lost in the mirror, T...

To exist in a world of abnormalities is to exist in your own paradox.  Where the clock ticks somewhat out of sync along with your perce...

Dear Overthinker, Your mind is a battlefield of mixed emotion, Your body like you have been dropped into the arctic ocean, You can’t make se...

There is nothing quite like a nice cup of tea, First thing in the morning or last thing at night ideally, Undulating, unfurling and danci...

29/03/2020 Could you even begin to imagine something so minute, so infinitesimal, that it could bring the whole world to stand still. Huma...