Dinner Dance

“Your name resounds in my head as constant and present as my pulse. Like a cheesy, classical, dinner party song.

I hate you for it cuz otherwise I’d have to hate myself. And I can’t do that. I can’t hate myself.

If I do it means that I’m recognising the fact that I have no control – I’m not the DJ at the dinner dance.”

-e.d

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A girl from an island state dwarfed by the rest of the world. I am Seychellois and i seek out journeys of self growth. I rotate around the idea of positive, honest and productive expression in whatever form it comes; and for me that is writing. My posts reflect my wandering journeys of myself and those that impact me! I release when I write and the Universe takes it all away and gives me back the greatness I choose to attract. Anyone can do the same...and if I'm able to convince people of that through expelling by writing then "Hurrah!"

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