I forgot to have a big dream Now that I think about it I never even found my passion The easy solution would be to claim that I'm a writer
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Stitches and Thorns
I once wrote that I was held together by duct tape… staples… and thorns of roses I also said that I was falling apart but no one noticed, Now it seems I must correct myself. Or rather acknowledge the changes that accompanied at the time.
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Shiny Eyes
The beauty, the beauty of heaven, Your red, blushy cheeks. The grace of every person's heart, Your comforting smile.
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You and Me Against Sanity
When none of the fireflies stayed alive for long enough in the jar, I stuffed it with Christmas lights and kept it on the table beside my bed. While I wrote those words inside my heart, like a love song, I realized I was still thinking of you.
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The Price of Addiction
Alcohol abuse runs in my family. It seems like a curse passed down the generations. That said, I also struggled with substance abuse in my early adult life.
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Whispers To My Starry-Eyed Crush
I have always dreamed of visiting Dubai, the city of skyscrapers, luxury, and opportunity. I heard stories of how people from different countries and backgrounds found success and happiness in this cosmopolitan hub, and I found myself wanting to be one of them. That's why, in November of 2016, I decided to take a bold step and travel to Dubai from Kenya, where I was living, in search of a job.
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Moving Away From the Cliff’s Edge: A Mum’s Story of Her Child’s Mental Health
It is no understatement that the last few years have been difficult for various reasons. It's almost too obvious to state that we, in the West, consume a lot of environmental, social, and political information that clogs up our web browsers and mental state.
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A Connecticut Snowflake Comes Out to Play
As far as I can remember, I have not liked cold weather. And I have my own reasons for it. My birthday falls in the summer, so you can say it's in my DNA.
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Who Am I?
If someone asks “Who are you,” how would you answer? Could you even answer honestly? Would you even answer in the first place? “Who are you?” A simple question I’ve been very familiar with growing up.
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Wandering, Wondering
Imagine being lost in a large bookstore when you were little. You are surrounded by pictures, puzzles, book covers, and other unfamiliar things. It's a strange place, where so many stories live, including magic, mystery, and science. This array was what caught your attention when your parents were only there to buy some paper. After a while, you lose sight of your parents or they lose sight of you. You think for a moment, about what to do and run around; the place seems so significant to you. After thinking for a while you give up the fight and wait by the entrance.
