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Running Through Brick Walls
Running Through Brick Walls
Running Through Brick Walls
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Running Through Brick Walls

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This isn't a book full of romantic, flowery love poems or moving tales of heartbreak. It's letters I wrote to myself in the moments I became aware that my sh*t stank. If you pay close attention you can see the path to self-discovery.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJ. Seymone
Release dateJul 6, 2018
ISBN9781721151639
Running Through Brick Walls
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J. Seymone

"I love the way writing allows me to say what I'm often too afraid to say out loud.  I've lived all over the world. I'm studying at Baylor - graduating August 2019! I'm an author. I love people and good music. I'm learning to love Life and I love my dog Charlie.  ​Everything else you need to know is in my art." ~Jade

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    Running Through Brick Walls - J. Seymone

    Running Through Brick Walls

    There comes a time when one passes a mirror or window or any reflective surface and finally sees themselves in all their naked truth. For me that time happened over and over and over and over again, to the point where things I saw were no longer surprises. This isn’t saying I’ve reached enlightenment or even self-discovery. My reflective surface was the pile of shit and piss I surrounded myself with from mistakes that were no longer mistakes, from trauma I pushed to the back burner. Wallowing in my mess and having loved ones who made my mess very apparent to me is a huge uncomfortable blessing. I am finally - I believe, I hope and pray – at the point where rolling around in my shit and piss is unacceptable so I am writing this book so I can close the one on the old me.

    This isn’t a book full of romantic, flowery love poems or moving tales of heartbreak. It’s letters I wrote to myself

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