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Onesies Never Worn

Where I come from, they don’t name a child until seven days and seven nights have passed They wait, because to name something is to give it life, and if you name the baby when...

This is how it ends; Clarie Gor

I was eighteen Depressed and suicidal I didn’t know what to do or who to talk to So I did what I thought anyone in my position would do I distracted I woke up online and I slept...

Resentment

1 If you ask me how my navel ring ended up in the back seat of his blue Subaru I will pretend I do not remember 2 We are on our way to class My mouth feels salty again Just...

I Killed a Man Last Night

It started like this The Doc said I have a syndrome When the syndrome comes, it sets my spine on fire, my intestines go into a pull and shrink mode, my mind forgets what it...

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