Little pieces of my mind
<p>A couple of my writings. (The ones I feel encouraged enough to share)</p>
<h1>1 Treasure</h1>
<p><em>How much ache </em>should I go through in order to get over the overwhelming burden of empty crypts in this heart of mine?</p>
<p><em>How many times </em>must I look away from the mirror before I finally learn to despise the idea of insecurities?</p>
<p><em>How long </em>until it’s enough or the right age to stop apologizing for who I am, to unlearn everything I’ve ever known about myself?</p>
<p><em>How much further</em> must I walk with my open wounds to know a door where I find myself welcoming me in open arms?</p>
<p>Is this bloodshed <em>enough</em>? Is the sweat pungent <em>enough</em>?</p>
<p>The answer, my friend, is probably not blowing in the wind. I’m probably chasing after an El-Dorado and <em>I keep running back to me</em>.</p>
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