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danielleelizabethhh · 24 hours

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Six Years

Six years later

The sunrise glows through my glass painted windows

Six years later

I drive in my car with my windows

down as the wind is kissing my cheeks

Six years later

I’m singing the songs that reminds me

of my heart breaks

Six years later

I’m writing poetry about the ones who

left their imprints on my heart

Six year later

I’m alive

and sharing nothing but

love

with the world-

even though the darkness

was my

closest

friend

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danielleelizabethhh · 20 days

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3.28.24

8:50am

My dreams are speaking to me again

The drugs are slowly taking over and the needle welcomes me back with open arms

I forgot what it feels like being kissed by the devil.

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danielleelizabethhh · 28 days

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Everyone wants a piece of you until there’s nothing left

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danielleelizabethhh · 1 month

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I keep telling the voices in my head to quiet down

But they keep whispering to me - I become lonely when I don’t hear them

I’m just a damaged girl with a broken heart

Where on earth do I go to find some peace and quiet?

Being in my head is an unpredictable place to be, constantly fighting between heaven and hell

Do I continue to fight or allow the voices to completely consume me?

I pray I make the right choice.

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danielleelizabethhh · 2 months

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You stick to my skin like a leech that can’t survive on its own.

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danielleelizabethhh · 2 months

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Music is my guide to the deepest parts of me I didn’t know existed.

Xx.

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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1:28pm. Wednesday, June 26, 2019.

The moments when I look at you, I’m observing all of you-

My breath gets taken away by your beauty and my heart skips a beat every time you call my name

My head works like a polaroid camera constantly taking mental images of everything I love about you -

Never do I want to miss a moment

You’re the dose I’ve been searching for and I’m hooked

You’re everything, everywhere.

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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I’m grateful everyday

Grateful for another opportunity for another day, and another chance to live my life -

Freedom from addiction

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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She.

She lingers from room to room, too anxious to stay in one spot

She prefers being alone with the books in her room

She walks around the city with headphones over her ears in hope nobody will notice her

She eats alone in her car reading about the broken hearted

She’s all alone in this world she created

She’s on her kitchen floor with a knife in her hands - looking for any glimpse of hope from this god that everyone speaks of

She is a girl who is so broken but gifts the world with her love for humanity

She’s a mystery.

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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Have you ever lost someone?

Not physically lost.

Instead mentally, emotionally and spiritually?

That aching in your back.

Stomach in constant knots, on the verge of wanting to rip your insides out.

Waking up in the middle of the night, cold sweats, and anxiety so bad you can’t get yourself back to sleep.

That’s what I mean by losing someone.

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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Feed me.

Feed me daddy.

Feed me your soul and I’ll guide you to where you belong.

Feed me your heart so I can know I’m alive.

Feed me your love and I’ll show you hate.

Feed me everything you have until there’s nothing left.

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months

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How fucked up it was that you kept me on drugs because you didn’t want to lose me. That was your control, and I was your puppet.

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danielleelizabethhh · 4 months

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12.27.23

10:33pm

It’s been a little over 5 years since I’ve done IV drugs, every now and then I’ll notice my track marks randomly and it quickly brings me back to those times where I’d waste hours and hours trying to get my shot. Sometimes it feels so real and unbelievable that I was even that way, I hate to say it but giving up drug use has been so challenging because that’s the only way I knew how to cope with whatever life decided to throw at me, better yet it helped me forget how real feelings are and that being in this 3 dimensional world is so challenging for sensitive people like myself. Grieving drugs is unlike anything else, until you have first hand experienced what that feels like there’s nothing else to relate it too. It’s like a part of myself died when I made the decision to change my life around, and I’m grateful I did. I’m just saying that sometimes I struggle with day to day things, like loving myself or wanting to escape reality because I feel so misunderstood and different from a lot of people. I don’t work a program, meetings were never my thing and to be honest it’s way too depressing for my liking anyways. I guess I just have a lot on my mind tonight and needed to write some shit down, so here ya gooooooo :)

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danielleelizabethhh · 4 months

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Dream journal

12.15.23

7:55am

France. 🇫🇷.

This is the third dream that I’ve ended up exploring around France. I have no clue how I’ve travelled there, if it was by boat, plane, flying, or even teleported but somehow I wind up there.

I was with my husband trying to look for the perfect place to take some pictures// selfies. We even stopped at a little cafe and it was full of people. I even remember observing everyone, there was a table of 4 or 5 people across from where we were sitting and it looked pretty rough around the edges, and one even approached me. She thought she could be slick and try to rob me but I reminded her I was from America and a city where if you’re going to rob someone to do it right - all of a sudden she left.

I was even speaking in French in my dreams ( which I only know a few words ) so that was pretty cool. I ran into a few French natives who spoke English. This entire time my husband and I are so stunned by how beautiful this country is, and we weren’t even in Paris or anywhere near there. Wherever we were it was gorgeous. Possibly the country side of France.

Typically when I write my dreams down I like to read about the meaning and figure out what in my life is symbolizing this in my unconscious? Dreams have always fascinated me and I truly believe that the dreams we have during our sleep is insane powerful. Like Carl Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate”.

I’ve been going through a transition in life where I’ve been moving on and letting go of the past in order to continue to heal myself. This dream I had regarding being abroad, being a married woman, having my husband there and down to all the details this dream symbolized everything that I was currently going through. Also, a reminder that good things will be happening.

The fact that I was abroad symbolizes change, change of environment, and being open to welcome change.

Being in France meant that there will be mental comfort and being calm. Also, leaving the past and working towards a happier future. A new life that offers more happiness and joy.

There’s also meaning behind being a married woman, and her husband traveling to France. It can mean that a happy event is coming for them.

Thankfully, this dream for me represents so much in my current life it’s incredible. I really think everyone could benefit from keeping dream journals for this reason. It will help you better understand yourself.

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danielleelizabethhh · 4 months

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She’s got stars in her eyes,

The universe in her heart ,

Lips as sweet as the milky way,

And she’s all mine.

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danielleelizabethhh · 5 months

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When losing a parent

There will always be some missing piece to your spirit, something missing that goes unnoticeable until they cross your mind time and time again. Time is the only thing we have in this three dimensional place we live in.

There will be moments when something exciting, or sad happens in your life and you want to call them and tell them about it. You go to pick up the phone, and reality punches you in the stomach knowing that you cannot call them. The thoughts of who should you call instead and turns out you didn’t want to share that news with anyone but that parent.

There will be times you will discover peace and liberation within your own self, knowing that it’s a beautiful yet a disastrous time in someone’s life. The beautiful doesn’t begin until the acceptance starts and the disastrous ends once you realize your parent is in good hands and no longer suffering.

Losing a parent is never an easy thing or something anyone should ever have to experience, just know that they’re always with you - watching over you, listening to you, and loving you.

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