Sweet T Marie

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StorySometimes the brightest star burns out quicker Sweet T Marie29 months 1 week ago
StoryI Wish My Brain Could Switchoff Sweet T Marie39 months 2 weeks ago
StoryRose within the ashes Sweet T Marie09 months 3 weeks ago
StoryIn the sun Sweet T Marie03 years 4 months ago
StoryI'm only dreamin' Sweet T Marie23 years 4 months ago
StoryTake care Sweet T Marie03 years 5 months ago
StoryHollow Sweet T Marie13 years 6 months ago
StoryMelodic Dew Sweet T Marie03 years 7 months ago
StoryTimes have changed, haven’t they? Sweet T Marie03 years 8 months ago
StoryInked Sweet T Marie03 years 8 months ago

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“Damaged goods”

Back in motion with a poem I wrote during a reflectionary period. I was questioning my self-worth as someone with CPTSD. The whole "____ girls" is based off of my experience with harmful unsolicited advice from loved ones that reflects deeper issues like generational trauma, victim blaming, and overall misogyny.

Isolated (Ch 5)

That dinner felt like a blur… Dear old dad must’ve slipped a perc in between dinner and our usual dry-blunt rotation. Sprawled out, inconsistent...

Contempt of Spoils

Swimming in the past Breeds the new hell that I’m living in Now, it’s so vast Recounting spells, rehash Gratitude musings We can make it last I hate...
Cherry

Sometimes the brightest star burns out quicker

A poem I wrote during a burnout phase last year. Originally posted on Medium, but I felt it would work better here. :)

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"‘You appreciate I am not 

Posted on Fri, 08 May 2020

"‘You appreciate I am not 
actually here’ you told me,
‘this is some kind of 
psychogenic 
memory disorder 
triggered by traumatic loss.’ 
‘You are not helping' 
I said, 
Hoovering around
your...

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