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picking, prickly pieces
I stood there watching my reflection in the dirtied mirror of my bathroom. Messy hair and even messier mornings. I started shaving and a sharp twinge brought tears to my eyes. Blood kept dripping onto my hands as my vision dimmed and the scenes shifted. I woke up in a dark room with my hands…
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Words of Tenderness
I It was 2 a.m. “I was born to shower you with roses,” I typed—then immediately deleted it, giggling softly tomyself.“I have something to tell you, Isolde…”Backspace again. Rain tapped gently against the tall, paned window. I looked outside—across the sleeping campus, the mountains blurred beneath a wet, moody sky. The old clock tower stood…
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Delusions And Resolutions
“New year, New me” is all the sound. Wait, isn’t that what you always say? Then the 2nd of January rolls around, And you treat it as just a random day. But why do you feel the need to be new? What is this thing that’s eating you alive? Is there something wrong with the…
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