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How I get shattered…

Recently, I had fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of our show and was in a state of dreaming that feels as if you are caught between two worlds at once. We were huddled under the warm blankets and spread out with pillows, he on his side and me on mine on the… Continue reading How I get shattered…

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Filthy pits and prison cells…

There was a time in my life when my attitude was putrid and rotten. When living under a cloud of depression and remaining a prisoner to the fear and anxiety related to post-traumatic stress, it was hard for me to perceive any sense of the light. I saw everything through a dirty, old filter and… Continue reading Filthy pits and prison cells…