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It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.

bang.

bang.

i dip my head beneath bubbles laced with smoke and magic, swim within the obscure, dive into puddles of darkness i rise with a smile that hides a chamber of loaded words these lips are a loaded gun ...bang. - ashley jane

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the light.

the light.

you followed me home, to the place where shadows bloom darkest, and let yourself in dressed with the sun’s secrets on your skin all crystalline beauty and pretty petals and green-garden-glimmer you looked like a heartbreaker with a smile that sparkled and those coffee...

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my wolves.

my wolves.

i run with wolves, warriors with softly resilient hearts i hold hands with heroes, my hesitant fingers bound in theirs because they give me the strength to rise above the fire to run among the pines to break glass ceilings  they teach me how to be patient they show me...

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sunrise.

sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...

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