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A Love Letter:

To my lady soulmate, Today you are 27 years young. And if you are 28, let’s not talk about it. Let’s stop keeping count okay? You are more vibrant, sweet and funny than you were yesterday. My beautiful sister, friend and soulmate. You are an essential piece of my heart.  We have grown up together in ways most people don’t get to. In the 7th grade you had the world by the balls. And if you didn’t, you sure had everyone fooled. You were fearless and gorgeous and hysterical. An absolute force. A magnet. You were/are my hero.  I have wrinkles engraved on my face purely from the gut wrenching laughter you’ve gotten out of me. The amount of sore abs I’ve had from you making me laugh heavily outweigh the amount of sore abs I’ve had from working out. You bring me to tears. You are the most hysterical human I know.  I never want to go a month or year without talking with you. I find myself wishing you were my neighbor. Not so I could annoy you every single day but so I could squeeze you, see yo
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Someone Who Is You

 Someone to pet dogs with. Someone to sing with. Someone that doesn’t mind my horrible singing. Someone I can make laugh. Someone to cry with. Someone emotional. Someone open minded. Someone who hears and takes my point of view into consideration. Someone who celebrates me. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes my cheeks hurt. Someone to dance with. Someone who is serious. Someone who is indifferent about humans the way I am. Someone to eat pie with. Someone who can handle my bossiness. Someone to play with. Someone to wrestle with. Someone who can admit when I’m right. Someone to read with. Someone to read to. Someone to dance with. Someone who likes to learn. Someone who likes to try new things. Someone that finds it hard to say no to me. Someone to productively fight with. Someone that I want to make up with every time. Someone who is obsessed with me. Someone who daydreams about me. Someone who sees no one else but me. Someone to drink in bed with. Someone to listen to musi
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CHANGE.

 CHANGE. A word that surrounds me, invites me. A word that terrifies most. Inevitable, isn't it? What is it with the people around me who are so enraged, insulted and scared of my CHANGE and their own? Why are the people I know, who are the most miserable people I know, the ones who don't embarce CHANGE? It makes perfectly good sense though. The people who bitch and complain of their circumstances, but do nothing to CHANGE them. And that is why they are miserable. A powereful word that loses its meaning the more we repeat it. What is it? Who is it? Why is it? How is it?  CHANGE, to me, is a beautiful word that ebbs and flows like the ocean. CHANGE, to you, is a daunting word that has dramatic high and lows like a rollercoaster. Why is that? Suppose it is because we are both used to it. I've become fond of it and you've become sick of it. CHANGE is the difference between you and I. I love it, I seek it. I look at every CHANGE in life as a positive opportunity to pivot. B
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I'm So Lucky

He said to me "I'm so lucky. To have a woman like you. You take care of me, And love me. Make me laugh, Make me sing, Make me dance." He took the words straight from my heart I smiled And put my lips to the place on his forehead that smells like home Do you know I'm so lucky. To have a man like you. You take care of me, And love me. Make me laugh, Make me sing, Make me dance. You listen to me, And grow with me. Make me blush, Make me quiver, Make me safe.
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In Our Own Little World

 In our own little world Is where we stay Hiding from adults Who do not know How to live and play In our own little world That's where you'll find me Endless possibilities My king beside me In our own llittle world We walk along Taking our time Nothing could go wrong Just you and I In our own little world No place I'd rather be Than creating our own reality
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There I Go

          I became depressed, not in the usual way. I stayed in bed for weeks after San Diego. I blamed it on the time difference and jet lag. My dad knew better. I skipped a lot of school but not enough to flunk out on my final year. Graduation and my birthday came and went. I subtracted myself from the usual social scene once we were no longer in high school. I remember being at a house party, the same house party that it always was, when suddenly I knew right then and there that I was done with it. The friends, the drinking, the smoking. I just wanted to be in bed or be inspired. There really was no in between. I watched Netflix on my small phone screen, squinting and crying at movies like "Seeking a Friend for the End of the World" and I binged all of "The Office". I spent a couple months trying molly and going to EDM shows, but I didn't have any dopamine to release to be doing those sorts of drugs. I kept my old fling from high school for entertainment for
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San Diego

      I remember on Christmas 2013, I opened a card from my dad, and inside were two plane tickets to California. My whole life shifted when I knew I could get out of this place. We landed in smoggy LAX, I would love nothing more than to never go there again, and took a connecting flight to San Diego. The smallest plane, I'd ever been on, fitting no more than 40 people, with only 25-30 actually on board. I was 17, my hands were sweating, I had never experienced a damn good thing. I had never known anything but my hometown. You couldn't tell me that then. I hadn't experienced much good, but I felt everything. I still do.     My dad was recently divorced and I had him all to myself for the first time in my entire life. We both naively visited universities like I would somehow end up on the other side of the country after I graduated high school and my dad would somehow have the money to send me somewhere out of state. It was an excuse to spend 10 days in California. We found
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