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fightoffyourdemons

idle beauty

This folder contains the sporadic thoughts my mind produces. Most of them are based on the absence of the most important thing I have, my home, for my home is where my heart is and my heart is not where I am.
  • Drunk

    a free verse poem about my drained body.

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic ยท Romantic
    1 min read


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening