journaling
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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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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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