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8220;Hes more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Sunday, July 12, 2015. This chapter in my life is over. Two horrible, beautiful years. To be honest, it ended a year ago. But i wasnt ready to let go of it for a long time. I was still in love with the words. I was still in love with him. Well i guess i still am. But i dont love these words the way i used to. Because they are no longer mine. They are not sarahs. I love you all.

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What We Dont Say Out Loud

Friday, July 3, 2015. Could you be more in awe of the shape I am taking? Methuselah, at age 969, exasperated and blasé and calm to a fault, waits by the oven for toast. It blackens with a crunch, and Methuselah, at age 969, crunched and blackened himself, takes a mouthful. Monday, March 30, 2015. Ella, born with blonde in her hair and a strong jaw, takes the bus to school. They are typically good listeners, or at least they are polite enough to pretend.

Where The Wild Words Are

A memoir of a distraught high school teen. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. I apologize for taking my blog down for so long. When reading my blog, please realize that I am ok. Most of my posts are very sad; sadness was a resource for me when it came to writing.

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Sunday, August 9, 2015. And I wish I was sorry. But some loves wear leather jackets and ride without helmets. And some loves sit in the corner, too polite to tell you how pretty you are when you smell like smoke. And I wish I was sorry. But some girls know the sequels are never quite as satisfying. And some girls would rather write blindly on and on than finish the story. And I wish I was sorry.

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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? Just close your eyes and make believe. Wednesday, December 11, 2013. Then after being in a few abusive relationships,. After harrassing my ex-boyfriends for a check,. I might spend my child support on drugs,. Then my kids would learn to play basketball. Everyone will love them,.

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Friday, August 22, 2014. so I will try to make this quick. Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance. You have made me happier than I have ever been. Even though we had our ups and downs, it was all worth it. We never had a dull moment. You are going to do some amazing things! Remember that I see soo much greatness in you! I love you Alyssa.

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8220;Hes more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Sunday, July 12, 2015. This chapter in my life is over. Two horrible, beautiful years. To be honest, it ended a year ago. But i wasnt ready to let go of it for a long time. I was still in love with the words. I was still in love with him. Well i guess i still am. But i dont love these words the way i used to. Because they are no longer mine. They are not sarahs. I love you all.

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