Maya42

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Sometimes we just have to inhale, pick up the pen, and pour everything out.

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Death, because isn't there enough of it already? #thingsihate

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    C-a-t-h-e-r-i-n-e. With a C, not a K, even though that's what it says on my name tag since some idiot decided not to read the form my dad turned in because "I needed this group therapy session." Apparently there a bunch of people out there who need to share and open up about their feelings and what they have been going through since the death of someone. A bunch of people who would rather be sitting in front of the...

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From Beyond the Graves

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    "Sorry ma'am. I don't have daisies today. How about some sunflowers?" I give the man a tight smile, and shake my head.
    "No thanks..." I glance at his name tag, "Henry. They have to be daisies." He nods and I wave, leaving the stand and the scent of pollen drifting through the air.
    I consider turning home, to the mundane buzz of my life and fake smiles followed by "I'm okay," or "it's getting better." To the fact...

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Against My Tongue #Experience

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    "Stop. Don't touch it." My hand is swatted away. I whine, and in a blink all that is left is a a tiny puddle. More like droplets, on the ice cold petri dish. Father groans. His camera poised above the dish, awaiting something gone before it had even come. Father reaches for his snow boots again and shoves open the door. It sticks, it always sticks. He gets it open and a gust of cold wind slaps my...

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Who Am I To Me?

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

    My friend said something really real to me a few days ago. We were in Java class. I bet you can picture it, gray walls, long desks, lap tops placed in front of each student. The constant sound of the clicks and clacks on the keys. A mundane buzz of "do you get how to do it?" and "can you show me?" I had asked for my lap top back when she made a weird face. Now confused myself, I...

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