I think I was selfish before love had to be mine love had to be lonely. But I was so lost in my own sea…
Prose & Cons
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TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of Suicide The patient was a 26-year-old Vietnamese American woman with no significant past medical history. She died via asphyxiation of the…
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My feet carry me away to the bleachers on the field where down below the soccer club practices. They’re not you but it’s close so…
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Life sometimes feels like a constant revolving door, and each time I walk out there’s a funeral occurring Both in the literal and metaphorical. I…
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Slipping in the snow-covered leaves? Mud splattered on my knees? The wind whipping through the air? The cemetery lying bare? I long for more woods…
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Oh to be a bird: an observer, completely unaware of myself except to feed and to fly which I would do just enough to stay…
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Mer Curious was an ordinary individual. He woke up every day at 6 a.m. to go to work, and he came home at 6 p.m.…
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It isn’t specific to one person unfortunately when I say I don’t know how I’m supposed to get over you Danka Hlinka
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The thing at the top of the stairs The person at the bottom of the stairs The contact between the thing at the top of…
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words are tools. [i think we forget this.] we place them in specific and precise patterns and know that the order serves a purpose. [just…