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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.

Gemma Iversen

Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Bold Difference Experience Freedom Man Myself Relationship Tame Teaching Voice
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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Angry Fools Myself Reaction Shame
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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Herself Life Meaning Misery Pain
I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.
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Darkness Fade Fear Lonely Need True Yourself
Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
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Body Hurt Myself Police Sound Writing
Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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Day Myself Nature Need Switch
But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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Cage Heart Myself Protection
Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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Hope Ignore Judgement Myself Name Reason
And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.
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Appearance Beyond Brightness Deep Existence Happiness Myself

I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.

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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.

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