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The S℮cr℮t Room


my words and photographs,
the diary of a sometimes troubled girl.
the music is always turned up,
and the door is always open.
come on in.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
-Van Gogh


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Stamped: 8:18 PM

I'm not really sure what I'm gonna say... I know what I want/need to say but I'm not sure I have the courage.

I know I'm listening to some songs that make me wanna create in some beautiful way and never look back.
I'm tired of hiding. Tired of the push and pull. I want to be at peace. I want to tell the whole world what I've been through in the last year. I want you to see it and then erase it and take it all back. Looking back is just as hard as looking forward. Or maybe it's the other way around. I don't want attention or pity. I want justice and the kind of love you spoke of in the evenings on the porch.
Maybe it will all just wash away.

God, let it be.

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