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I don’t think that I’m eloquent enough to capture all of the emotions that occur when someone you know dies. I’ve tried for the past seventeen years to understand my own grief and begin to understand the way in which grief impacts others. Needless to say, I have failed on both counts. Something that I
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No one taught me how to organize No one taught me how to clean So I sat with my neuroses until I could no longer breathe Hit fast forward towards oblivion Living life in 2x speed has it’s perks But I’m just a bunch of failed projects Incompletes that become never will be’s
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Rise Against is a punk rock band from Chicago – a point that they gladly recall at their show in Asbury Park back in July 2021. The lead vocalist Tim McIlrath occasionally stopped to speak to the crowd about all the injustices in the world. I, one of very few Black fans, gesture to the
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I’m about five years too late with this post but it’s taken about that long to begin to process my own trauma around the pandemic. I see that the world has decided to collectively move on from the lockdown days of the early pandemic. Honestly, it never felt appropriate to comment on what was happening
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I’m holding onto a website that I’ve been using since I was 17. I’m in my thirties now. It’s actually crazy to think that I’m so egotistical that I need to stay on an app that does not serve me. It’s broken and trashy. I hate it. I want to give up what no longer
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I ran away from the place that I created out of fear. Afraid of the life that I wanted to live and the life I never could live Afraid that the person I’m calling my forever would discover the truth. The truth will set you free they said. They said a lot of things. For
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He’s waiting for the girl he met and loved to return to himBut she’s gone now.A woman returned in her place.Damaged by mistreatment from strangers.Aching to be that girl once more.The one that he held at the beach that cool Summer night.The one that he took to the movies.The one that he drove to the
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Reeling from the stupidity of months wasted,I continued to waste more time with people that wanted nothing to do with me.All of these people floated in and out of my life like a revolving door.I couldn’t keep up with the personalities.It was truly exhausting.Until John Doe popped up.He had an air about him that compelled
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I saw her photo on one of those apps. You know, the one named after a lesser god.Her eyes were brown or maybe they were gray.Honestly, I don’t remember that well. But I do remember the way she tilted her head in photos.The quintessential millennial pose. Angled so high as if the viewer were taking
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I became accustomed to violence being a language of love that I shuddered at the thought of anything else.A finger pointed in my face casting blame like a spell from a fairy tale.A voice that sounded sweeter than molasses became grating like moving styrofoam around boxes.The hand that held mine so lightly was suddenly around
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Trapped In The Margins 