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BROWSE POSTS
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He’s Just Messing With Me
When I crossed my legs and pulled my sleeve down, and when I sniffed and turned up my songs to max volume, I cried. I cried yesterday, today, last week, and I will cry in the next 7 months. 7 more months until I finish school. I don’t want to be paired up with him…
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Do You Remember?
The square was as busy as ever. I breathed in the slightly sour tang of yeast. A second breath brought the sweet scent of sugar. A third — the fragrance of buns and nostalgia. It had been a while. The sun beat down on my face as I picked my way through…
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Delusion
Delusion. The false belief about an external reality, a belief that is held despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. Delusions. Something almost anyone can relate to. “I’m not delusional,” I murmur to myself while closing my chemistry textbook. “This is just common sense.” “I’m not delusional,” I think once again, convinced…
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Wish Me Luck
Emery wasn’t stupid. Yes, he was a figurehead prince with no real power; yes, his younger brother is the crown prince; yes, he was the illegitimate child. But he wasn’t stupid. A suicide mission was a suicide mission. And it was one that he couldn’t refuse, since it came from the King,…
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Bruised
years and years have passed since the days of tummy butterflies and the embarrassed pink of cheeks carefree giggles and knees bruised from falling into each other now every month a reminder of a stomach that curls in more ways than unpleasantly clawing and desperate drip drip drip, the mother of restless nights a system…
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Moon Butterfly
Late, all those bloodied rabbits crushing the butterfly’s wings. Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why? Aren’t the Gods listening? Mushed wings on shredded ice… to have memories disintegrate with the carefree wind beneath the dim glow, as shadows lay due to its neglect. No longer could dew drops be kept up to…
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Limited
A range is a limit. The number that the faceless faces outside the classroom window use to see if you’re worth anything. A range is a number that they rank you with. The letters F – D. Achieved and Not Achieved. A range is what they call you. Pathetic. Brainless. Idiot. It’s easy to…
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The Falling
CW: Violence & Kidnapping Consciousness returned in fragments, accompanied by a throbbing pain in my head. My surroundings were disorienting – dimly lit and echoing with distant noises. Gradually, the memories of the previous events rushed back. I had been captured, cornered by two masked men desperate to seize the classified documents. They…