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So muchNo timeStuff your faceBack to the grindOne bedOne thousand booksStill not enoughTo keep theMind off ofissues
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Sometimes IwonderSparkles in visionGauze over brainWhyI keep flying backWhen all returned isDistance
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The white door is cool when I press my forehead against it. My flesh senses the walls, hardly a yard away in each direction. I tremble with fury and ..
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It revealed itself when I was searching for my phone. I watched with inquiring eyes as it fluttered facedown onto the passenger side seat. Tossi..
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Two hours later, having completed my homework, I found myself perched on my bed, the flyer in hand. Minutely I inspected the words I had recently fou..
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Siouxsie & the Banshees sifted through the fresh air, winding into my ears, my brain behind my closed eyes. Lush grass prickled my bare feet as I..
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“Eve! Your phone’s broken!” Father’s voice startled me awake. “Some God awful noise is blaring out of it.”
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Stout brick apartments squatted on a hill amongst internally lit middle-class houses. In the distance, fluorescent lights made up a large city. The fl..
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Cool air chilled my bones. In order to ward it away, I curled my knees to my chest. Fabric, rough to the touch, rubbed my flesh and an unfamiliar scen..
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Hours have passed since I sought refuge in the closet. No longer am I so frightened. A sense of serenity has sifted into my flesh, into my marrow. Fa..
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