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memoirs

Almost Twenty-Three

I pause at a line. It looks like an ocean, though it appears as a person too. It looks like the wall of my room, but sometimes it looks like me. I am shackled by a thought maybe even two. Three months of dancing with my favorite demons and four years of oblivious survival. Five […]

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inspiration

Twenty two years of days

Days stand still on a ledge with their eyes closed and their palms over their ears. Every time you push one over that ledge they neither hear nor feel a thing; your days are immune to your nonchalance by now. Twenty two years of days leaving, some voluntarily and others by force. Some times you […]

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