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I Love Jesus, But Sometimes I am an Atheist
The most terrible acts in the world happen when human beings treat each other as less than human. A Chinese orphanage where special needs children had their limbs tied to hard kitchen chairs and left alone all day to stare at the walls. A dirty room on the top of a brothel in India, where Continue reading
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Crossing The Sea
The page feels extra blank today, and I think maybe I have nothing to say. But that is a lie, because the thoughts don’t stop rolling. I try to live in the present, but my mind takes me far in the future. To the smell of salt on skin, and tiny hands pressed into Continue reading
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Rise Like the Sun
It’s a strange world. Trying to figure out how to be human in only one life time. We suffer until we reach the split where we have to decide if we want to continue to live or not. Whether the suffering is widely known, or completely internally hidden, whether deemed “small” or “enormous” we must all reach Continue reading
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To All My Dreamers
To All My dreamers, This one is for you. To those of you that wake up with a gnawing passion to create something, anything. And when the gnaw fades into hunger and doubt, You can’t help but think, “What the hell am I doing?” “What have I done with my life?” “What am I Continue reading
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The War On Hate Control (The Only Way I Know)
We see children killing children, and the grip of handcuffs tighten until our hands turn blue cutting off circulation, till nothing new can be made. This is not a new era, this is not the end. This is the history of humanity. Hate and loneliness and revenge and “justice” and a crazy, throbbing lust for Continue reading
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Love, etc.
My Senior year of High School I bought this black shirt that had a velcro strip across the front. It came with a bag of velcro letters so I could spell anything I wanted to. The first time I wore it was on Valentine’s Day, where I proudly used it as a billboard to show Continue reading
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An Open Letter of Apology (To Anyone I Gave Religion Instead of Love)
Hi, It’s me, Brooke. I am a gorgeous mess, an abstract soul, a work of art some people can’t decipher. In the past I was full of fear and insecurity. I hated myself. I remember making a mental list of all the things that would have to change to become “normal.” Some things were in my Continue reading
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So It Begins
so it begins just like this a way that feels insignificant (just like all great things) a girl, typing on a keyboard on a bleak January day and her cup of coffee sits beside her, of course her dog lays at her feet it is audibly quiet and mentally loud and so she types desperately Continue reading
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Brooke Gale LouvieR 