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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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She was hurt at her lowest enough times to know that she must never let anyone see her cry. But as unforgiving life raged on, her eyes flooded again, just when she thought her rivers ran dry. -The dried rivers... Continue Reading →

This frustration inside me was a tiny spark which then amplified into this fire that became all-consuming and the high pitched screams turned into helpless cries. The wrath I keep confined , if unleashed, will burn more hearts than I... Continue Reading →

My conscience is riddled with questions with answers I’m too afraid to face. When did I become this person? A person who cared . -Anxiety turning my own mind against myself / By Anjana (June 3rd,2017)

You are more than just your body; you are what is inside.

You wear your skin as your armor, against the numerous eyes, watching you, spectating, judging, blatantly staring, and more often than not the indifferent glares for your inconsistent skin tones. I know, darling, you were a victim of body shaming,... Continue Reading →

Darkness in her soul

She likes flowers and pastel colors, Believes in all pretty things and perfect lovers. Yet she possesses a darkness in her soul; Inbuilt black into her light; the core. She carries her burden in secret, not letting the world know,... Continue Reading →

A traveler’s heart

Under a Chinese sun and its endless blue skies, The bottom less ocean, ferrying busy lives; Sprouts beautiful islands of green in clusters; Which harbors life in such luster. The skyline emerging from slopes of brown and green With ancient... Continue Reading →

She loved fiercely, and was shattered to the ground. She picked the broken shards and made herself a crown. Her soul was made of fire with a face of glass. Rage her armor, from many; a desire, with intuition to... Continue Reading →

Miserable bouts of grief; Sad truths of Depression

I cannot breathe as my grief caves into my chest and despair flows out of me continuously, I collapse, weak. I know I have fallen hard…bruised, wounded and heart filled to the brim with emotions…wondering if I shall always be... Continue Reading →

Why does the girl in the mirror look so sad? What does she want? What is she missing? Is it a “Who”? Is it the voice in her head?

Her first thoughts: Empathy - Mere understanding. Mainly from her inner circle; which now, only consisted of her best friend and her man. It is vital to her. She is a people loving person, or maybe she was. She will... Continue Reading →

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