the kisses of sunbeams on my face feel warm. my heart is full, so far from the ragtag, edgy organ that’s worn out from using a year ago. it’s patched up now, got good memories to fill the emptiness that used to gnaw like a vulture picking at my bones. i’ve designed it in careful […]
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On the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on my thoughts. The knife that I had used to scratch, the wood glinted like sunshine and reminded me of the red blunders I had produced on myself. It was a […]
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Recently, I had to write a speech for a competition at school on any topic, and I picked my grandmother, who has Alzheimer’s. I feel like this topic is important to hear, not only so that you have an insight into the disease but so that you can also appreciate your grandparents more. My grandma […]
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Cyndy just escaped the clutches of Straight Inc., an organization claiming to help teenage addicts recover while secretly brainwashing and abusing them. But now she has to return home to her judgmental mother, her edgy friends, and her complete confusion after the horror within Straight Inc. In the second true to life story from Cyndy […]
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1. On the days where you feel more victim than survivor, remember that this was not your fault. There is no blueprint for dealing with trauma, so know that whatever you are feeling is valid. With that said, 2. You will be revictimized. You won’t deserve it, you’ll never ask for it, there’ll never be […]
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The first time that you ignored my “no,” I have a distinct memory of my stomach churning and twisting and curling and contourting into a bow. Like the ones you rip off of your presents during Christmas. Except this was not a gift. I should have known by the shape of your pocket-knife fingertips that […]
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You are spread across the floor, flattened out, his hands smoothing the parchment of your skin. The contours of your body form continents. He lies on top of you, over the whole world, and not a moment’s glance does he spare …………for the cities in your eyes; instead he explores the mountain-range of your spine, […]
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I WILL NOT LEAVE MY DEAD ON THE GROUND. LET ME SING FOR THE FALLEN; LET ME MOURN AND LET ME WEEP. LET ME LOOK AT THE SIGNS OF STRUGGLE AND AT THE BATTLE SCARS. THEN LET ME SAY THAT I MADE IT OUT ALIVE. LET ME SAY THAT I’VE SURVIVED. LET ME SAY THAT […]
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is this how a haunted house feels? the aching, resignation, anger the constant longing for freedom all the wondering if it will ever end, all the wondering what it did to deserve the ghost do they get annoyed with everyone who has heard of the ghoul and come tramping all over them screaming Show me […]
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