The pheonix rising from the ashes.

So much pain, so many lies,
The brave girl cries.
So many dreams, stolen away, promised for some other day. The deep penetrating, punishment of silence, of angry words, so much doubt put inside my head, that should never have been said. But now, now as i learn to fly, you question why, why i no longer fight, why i stay out of sight. I am the pheonix rising from the ashes, i am the weed that blooms in the harshest places, i am me, and i shall break free.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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