short prose piece

Suicide  Suicide is based on a misunderstanding that life isn’t worth living, and that no one understands you. And that life is unfair, and there’s no way out. Any lie or untruth repeated often enough resembles something like truth to the innocent, the naive, and the vulnerable. And anything you say to yourself over and over starts…

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I graduated college in Dec., ’21. And for the past 3.5 years, I worked for a bit, and I volunteered a significant amount of hours in my community. Food pantry support, office support, ESL teaching, graphic design. I had no real purpose or plan during this stretch of time. I was desperately trying to figure things…

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prose poem c:

Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…

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c:

[I was born in sudan. left at age 2…. I think all countries of the world are beautiful, + have a lot to offer. Everyone does, it doesn’t matter where you’re from or what religion or ethncity you have.. black Americans are some of my favrite ethnic groups in the world… sudanese… latin/o/a/x….. litrly everybody.…

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