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I hear the church bell tolling. I hear school children screaming. It must be time t0 wake up. It can’t be morning already. I just went to sleep. I have this stupid grin on my face. This is new. It must be him. How can a conversation flow so smoothly? It was so effortless. It
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The sudden realization that the things in my life are connected may seem asinine to most but it’s the truth. There have been certain constants in my life that have followed me from my childhood into adulthood. The only thing that has really changed is the medium in which I do things. These constants include
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Focusing on the present was never my forte. I was too preoccupied by the past or the rapidly approaching future to focus on the present. I made excuses for my past mistakes while making plans for a better future. I was stuck in this dichotomy that was absolutely maddening. I felt lost in the moment.
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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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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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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.
Trapped In The Margins 
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