Awake riddled with pain #unbridled no passion for this Unabashed Heartstrings clipped by noon Where do the happy things dwell? not in this fluorescent lighting and clash of Teams with Titans Tyrannical misogyny a flick a flutter my guts all over a keyboard #vss365

#writers do you feel like X (Twitter) is still where you find more engagement, rather than sites like Threads?

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#writercommunity what is a genre your readers woukd be shocked that you also write in?

Something about this Epstein release doesn’t feel authentic. Why do we need “phases” of the release and why not just release it to the entire public at large to comb through?

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Something once thought long destroyed in the Dulce Labs continues to rec havoc on the lives of Karen and Dr. Zozosky. Something ancient living underground and waiting..COMING 2025/26

Lamenting my sorrow Keeping it #incognito It’s not for their eyes Not for their opinions Only for my orphaned soul Let me have my peace Leave the blade not to release Till I’m far enough from here #vss365

I lost my heart Between words and a #whimper A tiny acknowledgement is all I wanted Scathing reviews Spattered blood on journals printed on leatherbound musfortunes I called you But you just gave me a thumbs up and I died #vss365

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My heart blackened How I miss having a soul My head held a #vigil for it Longing by fire and missing flutters Long gone were those old butterflies #vss365

She was so #jovial at the gift Sarah had been given. All the while, screams erupted at her birthday party. Inside the silvery wrapped box lay a severed head. #vss365

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I don’t Rest I collapse Into bed #Exhausted Pushed to the limit of my limitations I crawl I cry Seeking refuge Wherever -whoever holds me dear #vss365

Laying in this bed Thinking of you The way you always insisted I get up To be with you Heart strings broken strumming a sad song I try to find ways to live To #reinvigorate my thinking So I will not be so sad when I think Of losing you #vss365

Passion is pain Dying in my pinky finger Where all the creativity used to live Now I hear thunder I can’t see the moon from tbe clouds And the rain is cold as ice I used to be free I used to be free Now it’s #timed #vss365

As the severe drought ravages the land, this heroic mother elephant brings a deeply touching ray of hope 🐘 Despite being stuck shoulder-deep in mud, her own life in danger and unable to escape on her own, she remained solely concerned for her little calf. In the end, the mother