Sprint for Normalcy

My fingers approach these letters timidly as they have not touched them in quite a long time. My hand twitches as it points towards the words it has chosen to create. My mind stretches and it’s rusty limbs crack as out of shape thoughts put on their running shoes. Not much meaning can be made […]

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What they dont teach us…

She put some of her perfume on me and she smiled, you are way beyond your years dear she said. When a few hours back i was described as one of the best things anyone could call you: genuine. Genuine, telling the truth and meaning it with no false pretences. This has become rare apparently. […]

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