His words hit her unexpectedly, full of accusations and hatred. They brought the insecure girl back to reality, to a world full of deceit and lies. No longer did she feel the comfort she once felt with him. He turned into the boy that did not take care of the girl he claimed he cared […]
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she experienced high highs and low lows and when she was happy she didn’t smile she sparkled when she was sad she didn’t cry she cracked the other boys and girls feared the darkness under her eyes the scars on her body so they beat her with words producing blood that no one could see […]
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Imagine ink flowing onto paper. So softly, the particles spread from the golden tip, creating the words that corrupt and consume my brain. The words that I can’t allow myself to say out loud and the words that could never be shared. Not all thoughts are meant to be said out loud, so keep it […]
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Life is easy for those who live with eyes closed, lips pursed, arms clasped to the chest, with the heart carefully caged within the prison of their bones– with brisk steps and quick glances, measured smiles and calculated giggles, fine sensibilities trickling off their bodies like unsolicited teardrops, Pages scribbled on, crumpled and tossed into bins, […]
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I have had a lot of people fall for my flawlessly contoured face, my tailored, arched brows, or my kohl-lined eyes. I have heard a bunch of them gush excitedly about how my skin resembles a smooth marbled surface and my nose looks all chiseled in all my selfies on Instagram. I can recollect all […]
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This video has been making the rounds recently — and for good reason. Basma Hameed has made great progress in the art of para-medical tattooing. This procedure essentially covers up scars by filling them in with a color that closely matches the person’s skin tone. The beginning of this video features a 17-year-old girl who had boiling hot water […]
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Lend her your hope; she will label it as her own and attach to you like velcro. Don’t treat her like a thunderstorm; she is so much more than an electrical storm. She is a tsunami wave displacement of a water body that she calls her own skin. If she writes to you, write back. […]
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I don’t have scars I have holes, gaping craters where love used to be. Grand canyons of loss as friends vanished into memory. Life was a sniper and she plucked them from me one by one, by one, until there were none. Time is a wizard who changes people from the friends you knew into […]
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