On this day of love, hearts bloom,
Whispers soft beneath the moon,
A gentle touch, a shared glance,
In friendship’s dance or romance’s trance.
To self, and you, love we bestow,
In quiet moments, we grow.
Valentine’s light, so warm, so true,
A gift of grace, for me and you.
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Latoria Hall
I love focusing on artistic expression, imagination, and storytelling. I create a wide range of genres such as fiction, poetry, scripts, and even non-fiction works that emphasize creative and emotional engagement with the reader.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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Absolutely lovely 🥰