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Continue reading →: Red (Part 1)
I was inside a box. I assumed it was a box. Maybe it was a room, a well, or was it a can? There was no light, no wind that I could fee. I tried to touch my toes, to feel my body, but there was nothing. I tried to…
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Continue reading →: Endless
They say I’m a good-for-nothing person. Though there are times I really think they are right. But most of the days they’re wrong. — Oh my, how long have we known each other? Fifteen, twenty years perhaps. I know every little bit about you. The way you look into my…
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Continue reading →: Best Friend
I looked through her eyes and I saw Green, Blue, Red, and Yellow, feeling so light and good. I thought it was paradise, but I got stabbed. The lie passed through my back and hit my heart Only then did I realize, I was dumb so bad That even sudden…
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Continue reading →: Diary
Diary As I was waiting for the clock to strike twelve I found my hand writing an unfamiliar word My final dialogue with my one true self I fought with it, I thought But it never lasted this long Twenty five hours, I’ve been writing nonstop Slowly feeling numb My…
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Continue reading →: Waking Time
Macy speaks three different languages. Her mother tongue. Her body. Her soul. All three are very peculiar, in the sense that none understands the other. Macy wakes up at exactly 7:10 every morning. But she stays in bed until an hour and a half later. She always tries to go…
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Continue reading →: Wondering
Walking along the road, seeing less and less of the flowers and trees that I grew up with, seeing new faces, and finding none of the old ones. I feel that I am in a very different place. I know that I am not so much of a social person.…
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Continue reading →: Finding my place
It has been a couple of months when I started deleting my online accounts. I tried to disconnect from the things that eat up my time. I tried to find other means to connect with others. Through that experience, I found myself only needing my closest friends. They are the…




