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Sour Lemonade
My raw, unfiltered thoughts pour from me like lemons squeezed onto ice on a hot summer day. I examine the contents. Do I add sugar or is it…
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Broken Things
Maybe I’ve always been drawn to broken things. There’s a delicate beauty in a fragile thing. Mom warned me that broken things have sharp edges that cut deep. …
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Involuntary Commitment
A person appeared and the sound “What is your name?” “What is your name?” broke through a symphony of my own thoughts. I was immediately aware of a…
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