Tag: writing
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When I lost my whimsy
When I was younger, I would have a bouquet of lily of the valley next to my bed, and as the fragrance wafted into my room, I would silently think that the small bell shaped flowers could hear my dreams and were taking diligent notes to ensure they all came true. I would believe that…
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More than just my skin
Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
