I hold on to certain parts of my identity with a stubbornness unrivaled. I will always hate asparagus and mushrooms for the same reason I will never read The Hunger Games or Percy Jackson despite everyone telling me I will definitely love them—because those qualities have defined me for so long that to give them up for a mere curiosity feels like conformity and thus a loss of character.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
