Going to cook
Everyone else seemed cool with the idea except me. I could not understand it. No.…
Everyone else seemed cool with the idea except me. I could not understand it. No.…
The first time I met my father, I was a boy of twelve going thirteen.…
I have always been that kid who only shows promise but is never the best…
When you sit next to a rapist, something inside your body screams in fear, but…
When the first person to shorten your name to G says to you, at the…
It is February. Again. With it comes the fury of memories that descend upon my…
We never, ever, thought that this is how it would end. In fact, we didn’t…
This is how it ends. With my mouth full of you, I remember the day…
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way…
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