Tag: prose
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humanness in my ribcage
As I watched the children younger than me—plucking grasses off the lawn and gifting it to the sun above. As I watched my mother fight her traumas, and as I watched the people around me waking up to carry their burden, and so easily smiling at the strangers they met. I began to fall in…
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astronomy in autumn
he laid a flower on my lap, it was almost wilted and bruised but he said it was still a flowerand it looked pretty; pretty like me. i put a bandied upon the scar on his hand. he smiled, i did too. then we looked up at the pure august sky as i kept my…
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Random piece from my journal
I take care of myself the way I once used to take care of the minds that I ought to be in love with. I place flowers next to my bed and hang the brand new canvasses up the wall. I do so many things, to make myself feel better and feel happier, understanding that…
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a sad parade in a paradise
it’s raining. and i look out of my uncomfortably tall window. there are children jumping on the puddle, their mother rabidly pulls them away and closes the door. now there is only a sad puddle left, filling up minute after minute. i miss my childhood because i never jumped on the puddle like those kids.…
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