Transformed Poetry I was born in limbo, a purgatory of your making, but over time, I’ve transformed it into paradise. © Sarah Doughty Share this:EmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike Loading... Related
Meant to post this here also Sarah ^^ Love the sense of sadness and empowerment that flow from it. LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, it’s more of a work in progress. Writing helps me cope and it took courage to share it online, but I’m glad I did. LikeLiked by 1 person
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Meant to post this here also Sarah ^^ Love the sense of sadness and empowerment that flow from it.
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Ah, no worries! Thank you so much! 😊
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Talk about adaptation. Sweet love.
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Awww thanks! 😊 😊 😊
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You’re so welcome.
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A beautiful metamorphosis 😊😊😊😊 powerful write 😊😊
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Ooh, thank you! 😊 😊
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Such amazing imagery here!
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Thank you so much! 😊 😊
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No problem!
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Awesome. Your words themselves are transformative. 🙂
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Oh thank your so much for the lovely compliment! 😊 😊
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Brilliant! How Did you do it?
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Well, it’s more of a work in progress. Writing helps me cope and it took courage to share it online, but I’m glad I did.
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Straight to my heart! Love this!
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Aww thanks, love! 😊 😊
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What a hopeful piece.
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Aww thank you! It comes from a place that I think many people understand. 😊
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Yes, I for one can relate to this. ☺
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Thank you so much!
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