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Courage

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He stood out, always had. Been told to mold, others said can't so he did. Stand up and out. Courage. Fear. Not of what others thought ...
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A Note on Higher Education

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I am about to write the least artsy and most boring thing on this blog, I think. It's an essay about school so buckle up, y'all, we...
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Small Miracles

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( tw: self harm) Write something new because you are not feeling desperate. You are not gasping on the edge of sleep, and your eyes are n...
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Dolphins On The Coast Of India, p.2

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////Part 2 Begin I was drowning. I was not usually drowning. But here I found myself in an unusual situation.  There was a base drum po...
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The Tree

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The tree bent its long arms down, as if to engulf me. Not in the way that a giant claw would engulf you, but in the way that i remember bein...
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Broken With You

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I remember the first time you opened up to me. You were uncomfortable, your plush couch, previously made of clouds had seemingly turned int...
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Quick, Tell Me About Yourself

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An Unwilling Impressionist Part 1 "I... uh... There is a lot I haven't done in life." "Boring. Tell me somethin...
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