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You've poured cement down my veins. You've petrified my heart. Everything is sore and numb and dumb. My skin is boiling away in a convulsive allergy to dishonesty. My bones ran out of crimson love — the love I reserved for my eyes, my ears, my thoughts, and my instincts. In 42…
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The candles that don’t burn
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I drink my mint tea in the comfort of my room, enjoying the temporary tranquility of nothingness. There is an absence of people, of things, of stress…
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Where’s your ring, honey? Forgive me; I can be a bit prudish sometimes. You did just casually forget it, among other unimportant things. Why is it…
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It was Friday, March 13th. I did not go out of the house that day. Instead, I watched my phone explode with messages about the lockdown that would come…
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It's 4 am, and I'm staring at the bright rectangle of artificial light on the wall. Thousands of tiny points are exploding in my brain. I'm…
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I've never had a Facebook account. I've been successful in avoiding the blue social network for years. According to some people, I've missed out on…
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I hate clutter. Whenever I enter a cluttered space, my mind slowly sinks into quicksand. I get a cortisol spike followed by a strong state of…
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