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Disloyal Hope
Hope fills me like air in a balloon. The possibilities swell inside me. A smile’s on my face but I know this tuneAnd that in the end I will not float free.I bounce around all light and cheery.While wishing I were one or the other -Free as a bird or tethered securelyTo avoid my ending Continue reading
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Sweet Child
We sit down for dinner and you eat your pasta. They say getting your kids to eat isn’t a food struggle but an authority struggle. I smile and salt your noodles. I choose to play the long game with your relationship with food over flexing my authority over you. We send you to bed and Continue reading
The Worth Of Knowing 