When I look into your eyes, all I see are pupils in black and brown uniform and in a classroom painted white. They stare…
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Poetry
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THE DAYS I DIDN’T FEEL BEAUTIFUL…I’d sit in front of my vanity staring at zits embedded in the pores of my face, throwing oily…
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Monday Musings: Being a Boy He yelped as he bumped into the low table nearby. Nerve-wracking pain raced to his brain as tears stung…
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