journaling
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been running.I have wanted to escape, but I had no idea where to. As the months passed by, I reconnected with my childhood fantasies; and slowly, slowly, I felt myself finally dream again. The dream started taking form; it was no longer wisps of half-formed yearnings and… Read more
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Part of the Unedited Series Such a repetitive, mundane thing. Probably one of the most dreaded chores out there. It’s like an add-on to doing the laundry. A scammy subscription that makes you pay, whilst still giving you ads. Many complain about it, more than I expected. But what about it is so frustrating? Well,… 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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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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