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Tragedy Was a Familiar Friend of Mine
POEMWe were close; inseparable as a child. Tragedy used to visit, often and unannounced.In the beginning of our relationship, I detested tragedy. Tragedy was callous and unpredictable, whirling my world upside down every play date. she would depart, leaving my world uglier than it was- and it seemed like I wouldn’t see her for ages.she…
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I’m Not Over It
They are always monitoring the healing process, and you already know how I feel about that dear reader. Whether it be your therapist or a loved one, the question after something no matter how atrocious is “how are you?” I realize the good intent, but at some point asking the boy who’s mom just passed…
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I Wish my Abuser Would Die, but She’s my Mom.
Last year in April around the time I stopped talking to my mom, I remember it like yesterday I had just gotten finished weeping. I laid on my back, and looked hard at the ceiling searching for a breath to hold onto, I was wounded. This one emotion dear reader, they don’t make names for…
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Estranged Daughter 