Millicent Philips

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

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Last Login:
January 23rd, 2019

Gender: Female

Age: 113
Country: United States

Signup Date:
November 13, 2017



01/21/2019 09:02 PM 

Back to LA -Millie

Back home to find herself again. 
She was tired of feeling lost and confused. 
So it was time to go back and face everything she was running from. 
Get her dream job back. 
No more changing for others, she was ready to live for herself. 
It was time to make Millie happy again, not everyone else. 



01/10/2019 02:32 PM 

For them -Millie

Gidget, Octavia and Roman 

For them she'll move mountains 
Make sure they never give up on their dreams
Keep their heads up when life gives them hard days
Never forget they have her and each other 

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01/09/2019 03:58 PM 

The Fights -Millie

Everyone wants to feel something, sad, happy, mad, anger, and so on. Something Millie found herself wanting, needing at the moment. She felt like she was just there anymore. Living life like it was being planed out for her, do this, do that and oh wait don't for to do... 

It was making her break down, not feel like she had them feelings inside her. She felt nothing for everything. Yeah she loved her kids, she felt that, the only thing she could feel at the moment, but there were times where she was tired of feeling happy. Faking the happiness just so no one would see her pain of no feelings. 

Each Friday night Millie would go out, find the underground fights to take on the biggest MFer she could, it wasn't about winning or losing, it was the need to feel pain, any kind of pain, just something other than nothing. Millie got good after while winning more than losing. Something no one thought would happen. Every time she would walk into the cage she'd think of everything, all the past demons. 


01/02/2019 11:25 PM 

Leave the light on.

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01/02/2019 09:58 PM 

Fireflies -By Millie

To: Octavia & Gidget  
-By Millie Philips
They are her heart, her everything and more. 
They make her darkest days seem like the brightest. 
Their laughs are the perfect melody. 
Their little feet hitting the hardwood floors as they run the house, make the house a home. 
The best part is when they say mommy, if it's yelling to tell on one another, or it's to ask for something, her favorite is Mommy I love you, but she will take a mommy in any way. 
They have their off days just like she does, they fight, yell, scream, stomp, but she wouldn't take them days away. Them are the learning days, to teach them how to handle life. 
They say I'm sorry, they say please and thank you, sometimes they need a little reminder, but they are getting it down. 
They might be twins but they are so very different. 
One likes blue and the other likes purple.
One is shy, the other is loud and out spoken.
But even with being different they are loved he same. 


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11/06/2018 08:30 PM 

Her battle -Millie Philips

Each day she fights with her own thoughts, from happy to say to mad, then back to happy. 
The girl fights so hard to keep herself together around others, making sure she smiles. 
Laughs when she really doesn't have it n her. 
The voice of her mother who was killed months ago still stick in her head. 
Millie wonders if she will ever win that battle, even with her mother dead she is still winning. 
Making Millie over think things, worrying about things she didn't need to worry about. 
She was broken, she knew she was broken, but she tried to make herself look perfectly together. 
Not for herself, but for her twin girls, they could never see how messed up their mother really was. 
Millie had to fight to live, she fought like hell each and every damn day. 
She loved life, every part of it, but the sickness just didn't want her to. 
Depression is a battle for her, a battle she'd fight to win. 
She'd have to keep telling herself she isn't that lady, that monster she met in Ireland. 
She's nothing like her mother, she is loving, caring, full of faith and happiness. 
Millie was a fighter, she'd get through this. 
Each day she will fight her own thoughts, be happy, then turn sad, then get mad, then go right back to happy. 


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