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I imagine it’s me

I open the door, hoping that all the things I’ve heard are lies. The creak is muffled by the sounds of sobbing. Some softly crying, some wailing, some frozen in fear, immobile and unable to understand what it happening. “Mami! … Continue reading

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May 23 – Vulnerable

Oh, the beautiful words penned by BrenĂ© Brown. She is my favorite. Today, anyway. I have lots of favorites. But I find myself reeling with the raw, unfiltered content of her writing. Always. She was my inspiration to write this … Continue reading

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May 9 – The best/worst, worst/best days…

Prompt: Write about the worst or best day in your life. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of … Continue reading

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May 8 – Bitter

I felt the arrow pierce my flesh, ripping through my entire being. Although it had struck quickly and quietly, it felt as though the entire world around me was screaming with the pain of it. He was supposed to love … Continue reading

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Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

  Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s … Continue reading

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