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Giveaway!⠀ ⠀ I have one paperback of The Rules up for grabs. Giveaway ends at the end of the week. ⠀ ⠀ To enter:⠀ ⋆ must be following me⠀ ⋆ tag a friend below⠀ ⠀ SYNOPSIS:⠀ ⠀ Junior Robin Brisset has no idea what she's in for when she accepts an invitation to one of Callabrese High's most exclusive parties. And when the trademark scavenger hunt begins, Robin must go against every rule she's lived by to survive.

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In 6 weeks or so I will return to the city where I celebrated my honeymoon. I will write my pain away and I will hike trails we hiked together.⠀ Because, this year, it seems, I will be getting a divorce.⠀ ⠀ I have been separated for 6 months and this is my first time publicly speaking out about this change in my personal life.⠀ ⠀ I don't handle grief, mourning, the way others do. I retreat inward instead of reaching out to others for lifelines. Habits like this that I cannot seam break as of yet contributed to the downfall of my marriage. Though I am working to undo the damage done to me as a little girl, the cause of all of my life's greatest tragedies, I worry I will never be the person I once was.⠀ ⠀ Other times I believe we cling too tightly to the people we were in younger years instead of embracing all of the changes we go through. I struggle, like many, with the grey areas of acceptance and complacency. ⠀ ⠀ I hope to use this space to open up my heart a little as I try to make it through this darkness.⠀ ⠀ We are as fluid as the water. I can still hear it. ⠀ ⠀ I can still hear the heart beating in my chest. It’s broken, but still beating. ⠀

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And I’m not alone in this. I see the ones I love doing the same. That is the biggest tragedy of all.

I’ve convinced myself nothing lasts. So I can never fully give I’m. I can never give my heart, uncaged.

We are all so scared to love. So scared to be vulnerable.

I am not the begging kind. I am the woman you love simply because you cannot stop.

I am worth more than my poems tell. I am worth an arm thrown over my center & breath on⠀ my neck & whispers of the vulnerable vein.

I am not the begging kind. Blame my pride & everything my mother taught me. I will not chase love that does not stare head on at the beauty I own (hidden & surface paint & ebony eyes & human skin).

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