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Moral Conscience
A short story about the role karma contributes to one’s life unexpectedly. Karma chooses who it wants, when it wants. Women all over the globe know this all too well. Continue reading
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Let Down
I feel like I have officially reached ‘let down’ status. My life is a literal mess. I am a literal mess. I went from being on my knees, begging to be normal, to going out and living life while also experiencing the worst parts of it. Years of begging to be free and happy have Continue reading
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Landslide
I know it’s not a big deal. I know my life’s not over. I know there’s still so much I’m going to do. I know I’m young. I know I am loved and supported. I know I have my family. I know I’m going to move forward from this. I can’t help but be negative Continue reading
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Soon You’ll Get Better
I think I speak for not only my family but for everyone with a beloved mother that the hardest thing to experience in life is sickness. No matter the severity of any illness whether it’s a cold, flu, maybe even strep throat, it hurts to witness your mother get sick. The worst part of witnessing Continue reading
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New Romantics
My sophomore year of high school, my heart was ransacked, my mind was twisted, my soul was diminished. It was all I ever wrote about. It was the only thing I knew for certain as a 15-year-old girl. My life has been saved by many people, myself included. I have many people to thank for Continue reading
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But Daddy I Love Him
If you would’ve told 7th grade me I was going to date someone entirely different than who I thought i’d be with at 18 and that he was going to be an army man who would later convince me to conjure my greatest, biggest fear of getting on a plane to visit him by myself, Continue reading
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I Could Be a Good Mother
I feel like it’s inevitable for a young girl to dream of a life with her own family. Dressing her daughter in Strawberry Shortcake overalls, braiding her daughter’s hair, bouncing on the trampoline with her beloveds. I used to be one of those girls. Sometimes. I stopped wanting children when my eldest sister had my Continue reading
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Little Ladybug
When I was growing up, I always took it into mind that I actually enjoyed my childhood. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hate it temporarily at some point. Recently, I’ve been looking back at the loss of my childhood and innocence. Not only have I been replaying these memories in my head, but so Continue reading
Midnight Reflections 