
Bryony-Leigh
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Just a girl doing what she loves <3
”If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.” - Martin Luther
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Her.
I never believed in God as a child. In fact, I would sit idly, fantasising about the crack in my grandmother’s living room ceiling, wanting it to split open and cave in. I would picture the plaster crumbling over, breaking as many bones in my little body as possible. Just so she could stop boring me about this religious bloke who, apparently, was the best thing since sliced bread. She would try to educate me on all the healing he had done in the world, and all the wonderful things he had planned for my future.
By Bryony-Leigh5 months ago in Fiction
Messy Feelings
How am i meant to tell you how i feel, when I don’t understand what i’m feeling? You walk in the same room as me and my head instantly spins, dizzy. it’s like i’m at the highest point of the world’s dangerous rollercoaster and i can’t decide if i want to stay or get off.
By Bryony-Leigh2 years ago in Poets

