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It’s no surprise to me
I am my own worst enemy, Because every now and then I kick the living shit out of me. But all ‘90s pop-punk references aside. . . It’s true. Can you relate? Don’t bother putting me down. No one could ever measure up to the frequency and accuracy with which I put myself down. No…
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Printemps—je pense que je suis amoureux de toi
People dancing in the street. Children playing. Lovers swaying. People laughing, people crying. Some are born, some are dying. It’s spring where I live on the north-west coast of North America. The Earth’s axis tilts more with each rotation, leaning toward our nearest star, warming the soil so all the little fairies can emerge from…
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Fare thee well, teacher self
It was one of those weeks where my mind was two steps ahead of my body. My eyelids fluttered open while the earth’s were still closed, and thoughts began rapid firing: What am I going to have for breakfast? What am I going to wear today? Just five more minutes. No, I’ll be late for…
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The One That Got Away
Our love story is one of my favorites. It’s been three years without you, and after three years with you, I feel I can finally write about us. I’ve known you for a lifetime, and it’ll probably take a lifetime to forget. Where did our love story begin? Was it in 1st grade when you…
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Forgiveness Tastes Like Raspberries
Once upon a time, just last week, there was a princess who grew up under the cruel and critical eye of a bitter queen. Her husband, the king, was often on leave from the castle leading a battle, hunting for game, or wherever men go without their wives. On the rare occasions he returned home,…
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