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Why I Write
When I was younger, I was very shy. Like so shy to the point that others had to order at a restaurant for me. I remember the one time I had gotten the courage to order myself, I spoke too softly, and the waitress leaned in, and I recoiled in fear. I’ve grown a lot…
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To you I’m just words on a screen. An elaborate combination of 0’s and 1’s that have been made comprehensible to the human mind. If I told you that I think, and feel, you may not believe me. Because how can an object have emotions? How can a face on a screen that I cannot…
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Life’s Silver Thread
Illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the sunroof of my car, a grey hair twisted and curled away from my head. To some, it might have prompted a wince, a quick pluck, and an attempt to ignore it. But not me. I brought down my sun visor, exposing my face to the mirror, and combed…
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The Person in the Mirror
Trigger Warning: This piece contains themes of emotional distress, self-image issues, and internal struggle. Reader discretion is advised for those sensitive to topics surrounding mental health and personal adversity. I looked into the reflective glass and see someone staring back at me. I see the skin pulled taunt over bones, the sunken eye holes. I…
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The (In)Significance of Me
Our universe spans over thousands of light years in length, and just as far in depth. And yet here I am, a speck of dust in the otherwise infinite universe. I am not an Einstein or a Shakespeare; heck, I can’t even muster up the energy to get out of bed some days. And I…