Overgrown weeds,
Scarce misdeeds,
Juvenile & naive.
Consistency skewed
Blue & purple bruise,
A lifelong love for misuse.
Bitter, clear taste,
Anxious of waste,
Anger & fear misplaced.
Words are very few
Apologies long overdue,
Peace & acceptance is new.
Every few years,
A brand new fear
Blinds & then it clears.
Words too hard to find,
Haunting to the mind,
It’s easier forcing it to rhyme.
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Hey! I'm Alanna.
I am a freelance writer who specializes in blog & social media content. I love serving small business owners, to help them create consistent content that will attract new customers.
A little bit more about me, I was born on the west coast but have lived on the east coast for most of my life. I graduated from college in 2019 as a Sociology major. I'm a lover of cats, coffee, horror movies, rollercoasters, night time walks! You can always follow me on my Instagram for more information and daily updates.
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