Pointing fingers of blame
Screaming, hollering, cursing your name
But love hasn’t died, it has changed
It has evolved into smoke and rain
Before I hate you, before it gets strange
Words of power up again
No words of rage
No, “Please don’t go”
Just anguished tears staged
A separation shallow
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Mare Martell 
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