poetry
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The Enemy of Progress
“I believe my brain doesn’t want me to succeed,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thread…
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Whispers of a Dreamer
“I would climb a mountain if I had to,” she murmurs, her voice a faint echo…
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New Beginnings?
I have this ongoing joke with my family that unless I’m “kicked out” (not literally, don’t…
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Her Eyes…
As I drift through the halls of old memories, I see her, her laughter, her smile,…
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