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Shit is my chosen profanity.


the ugly writers
But maybe it’s better to not know what the real reason is than to know that there’s nothing at all. And so, as I rode this train which reminded me of that day, I’m letting go of my what-ifs and giving up on trying to find the reasons in our break up that has now just become a memory I’d never want to remember again.

Love Struck

the ugly writers
I will love you behind the cameras When nobody's looking and it's just us I will love you And only you With not much that I have But with this much that I can


the ugly writers
But wouldn't it be great? That the world I grew up with Will it be different from the one I will leave?

Episode 1115

the ugly writers
I can’t stay still My mind’s running back and forth I’m tossing and turning How long has it been? 5 minutes? 10? An hour?

Witching Hour

the ugly writers
It's maddening to be on my mind Silence and noise, never just one Realization and frustration dancing back and forth each time As dreams and hope are crushed on the ground

Unblocking Myself

the ugly writers
It has been a year. A year without holding a pen guilty purely for one reason; writing. And so, as this dreadful year ends, here's to the invisible barrier surrounding my mind ending as well.

Once a Family

Boys and girls may break your heart, nothing that can’t be healed by a few bottle of beers and litter of tears. But trust me when I say, once a family member breaks your heart, regardless a number of tears…