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The sensation can also be likened to that of a morsel that is being devoured by a monster. I am but a minuscule and insignificant existence; but I am being flattered by the monster’s physiology that refuses to metabolise me. So I remain stuck within its jaws; enduring perpetual chewing, grinding, bruising, tearing. Read more
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Unfurling the sails of my writing journey I am wallowing in so much regret and self-pity for abandoning my first love. And for what? For years of misdirection, stagnation, and even worse— regression? I am a daughter of an English Major. My childhood was filled with different types of children’s literature. Growing older, my tastes Read more
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Around July of this year, my fixation on cozy gaming started. I never thought it would be something I would appreciate and learn life lessons from. But these life sims made me realise that I can simulate games in real life, too. • 🌿 • For too long now, Too many things in life felt Read more
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There is a block. Something like a wall. Or perhaps something like a chain? There is a force that is paralysing every bit of me. I can’t make my feet move. I can’t make my brain think. I can’t make my heart care. I am at a mountain gap, and I can’t decide if I Read more
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They say “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”, “Progress takes time. Progress takes effort.” These days though, I find myself complaining again and again about not having enough time in a day to build the habits and skills that I want to. But who am I going to fight about it? Does the universe have Read more
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I have finally ventured into our local library and registered! Dan has been telling me to go visit for months now, but I kept on procrastinating. Apologies, but I was rather preoccupied with my crocheting and sewing obsession so reading was not my priority for the longest time (exceptforfanfictions, oh and except for that one Read more
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Haru’s 1st birthday was last September and I finally got around to posting about my preps for it. I spent maybe 2 months? crocheting party hats for all his furriends~ I was just starting to learn to crochet so I think I was very slow, and had imperfect stitches. But the pups still looked cute Read more
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It is interesting. How as children, we thought adults knew everything. It is the farthest thing from reality. We are all just figuring it all out. Read more
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• 🌿 • And when you hear my nameor recall the way I lookDoes it make you think of happy timesor only the pain it took When you look at her faceand she doesn’t smileDoes it make you missthe tears I criedWhen we’re sat on the couchand I whispered howNot even light yearscan measure the Read more
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• 🌿 • Lost in the woodsLured in by illusionsInside of a paradiseof tainted constitutions Time was lost and so were chancesCutting corners withIrrevocable grievancesThings I lovedThings that laid dormantThings that made meResurfaced with a vengeance A cycle of reclusion Commencing into oneMost questionable markThat is most compulsive, bar none ___L U Z A N Read more
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As I was eating a cookie cream bar outside a room, trying to wake myself up, I looked in the mirror. I scanned the room behind me and I thought of my old house- the alternating patterns of little triangles on the stairs, the wooden curtain beneath it, hiding treasures from countries unknown. In my Read more
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Everytime I call your name, Does this heart’s yearning reach you? At night I see just these four corners, I am a prison of a regretful past. My darling, it’s only you that remains. But your silence is giving me pain. I hear you, loud and clear. Though I wish I can cut my ear. Read more
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• 🌿 • the words i have were infinite always present, always living and then they vanished- sudden, fast something devoured the words I had until the glass is full of it so full it looks empty- blank, dark i tried to say something but came up with nothing i was left with nothing but Read more
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Genre: Fiction, Series Summary: Two strangers’ discussion about the current state of civilization She went inside the establishment, not at all flustered considering she has never been inside one before. She had no idea what kind of bar it was. She was too rattled. She just needed a drink. Today was supposed to be the Read more
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I am a writer because I believe in freedom– the freedom to write stories- mine, yours, and theirs. I am a writer because I have courage– the courage to reveal my soul and become vulnerable; the courage to reveal my thoughts despite knowing not all will assent; the courage to use my voice to express Read more
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I fell into the ocean. Once, twice, three times. Once. I welcomed the water. I sunk deeper and deeper until I was compact, pressed from all sides. After a while, I noticed that no matter how deep, there was that light. The light that blindsided me; that which sent me down, down, down. Down the Read more
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I wake up, I eat, I watch, I read, I sleep, I eat, I watch, I read, I bathe, I sleep. Finally, I write. WEEK 1 At the beginning of the quarantine, I was almost on the brink of having a panic attack because I was worried about all the bills and expenses I had Read more
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The beauty of aging lies in the ease in which we accept rejection, because we’ve dealt with much more in the past. The beauty of aging lies in the resilience of our souls to pursue those of which may be less coveted but have deeper value. The beauty of aging lies in the comfort and Read more
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Your heart will break many times. You’ll cry yourself to sleep for many nights. You’ll cry in the middle of doing your chores. You’ll break down in the most random times. You’ll feel wronged, because you gave your all. You’ll feel worthless, because you were left alone. At night, when sleep won’t come, and your Read more
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