Twice

I don't want to write pretty words. 
I don't want to write words that are read once and left to sit politely on a shelf. 
I don't want to write about the sky and the birds and the flowers that are just too pristine and perfect to be plucked. 

I want to release the madness from my head. 

I want my pain, my fears, and my ugliness to exist as words so beautiful that they earn their right to be read twice.
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  2. yes, that … and when you shape the words, these words, with your mouth and you bite your lip when you catch yourself whispering them 🖤

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