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My online life and real life have been parallel for as long as I can remember. They were two streams that never met. Two roads that never intersected. But now, that time is over. My “secret” online life has been found for the most part and I am terrified. I am afraid of what this…
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Silence. I am sitting in an empty room surrounded by chairs and tables. There is no one here to witness my insanity. I danced around this room to loud music. I skipped around tables and jumped around chairs. It was exhilarating to act childish in public but to an empty audience. It was liberating. More…
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I am currently at the place in life where the lines between childhood and adulthood begin to blur. No, I am not in my adolescence. I am in my 20s. I argue that this time is as equally confusing and possibly more confusing than adolescence. Being in my 20s means that I am no longer…
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My life has taken a strange turn over the past five years. I began university at a school that I believed would be the only place for me. I was SO wrong. That university ended up being the worst place for me despite the fact that I met some great people. I ended up transferring…
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There is a part of me that longs for Siena, Italy especially since I am in another foreign country just weeks after leaving. I left Italy on December 28th and arrived in New York during the early hours of December 29th. I had six days at home before I hopped on a plane to South…
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Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015) For as long as I can remember, I have chased the idea of perfection. I don’t know from where this idea came. It’s been a part of me for so long that I no longer know what I am chasing. It’s become a phantom that I cannot see. I know…
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Covered in black ink My pen bleeds for me tonight There is nothing left
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I would wait for you Except you will always be Unattainable
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Someone said to me Paper is your violin A pen is your bow
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I was named after the strongest women that my father knew. Two forces worked their way through my veins. Two storms that could never be quieted. The ghost of one began to slowly break through my skin. I had been marked. There is no way to shake the weight of the dead from my skin.…
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Trapped In The Margins 