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The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipity2 days ago in Confessions
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Some Lovely Words Flow In Seventeen Syllables From Your Mind Marie
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Pretty performance poem!!!💖💖💖💕
Lovely imagery! Made me feel like I was emerging from the clouds up high :)