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Magic

Magic

Dreamers come and go. But it’s the doers and sowers that force magic to grow.
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Grace Russell
Monday Evening

Monday Evening

I sit here night after night counting my wrongs And things I should make right.
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Grace Russell
Miracle Baby

Miracle Baby

In slavery I gave birth to you. I am yours but you are your own.
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Grace Russell
Irrational Fears

Irrational Fears

There was never a fear of me being out and about and being attacked. There was a fear of me leaving and never coming back.
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Grace Russell
Invisible Abuse

Invisible Abuse

Can feel like the worst kind,  especially when you are raised by a borderline. Gaslighting marathons.  Angry outbursts. No accountability…
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Grace Russell
Foggy Serene

Foggy Serene

This foggy evening was a sweet song. Only kisses and laughs to it belonged.
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Grace Russell
Guitar Strings

Guitar Strings

Guitar strings say all the things, That my spirit cannot verbalize. And that my voice cannot harmonize.
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Grace Russell
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