creative writing
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I used to live in this house, its windows shattered, paint chipped, aged wallpaper bearing witness to years of arguments and tears. Doors slammed shut, wood pieces covering the panels, Falling apart like dried petals of a wilted rose on the counter. Within this house, memories intertwined with heartache over the years, I stood outside,…
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Somewhere between artistic ambition and technological collapse, I accidentally named my website like an old-timey disease and nearly lost my mind to geometry. Anyway the blog looks hot now, so apparently suffering does build character. 📚💀
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Sometimes I thinkeverybody learned how to liveexcept me. Like there was a class in schoolwhere they handed out instructionson how to answer texts,pay bills on time,keep friendships alive,fold laundry before it becomes furniture,and not cry in grocery store parking lots.And somehow I was absent that day. Some days I feel too much.The light is too…
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Relax. ðŸ˜We’re not starting with a psychiatric hold. We’re starting with Sunday night traffic, customer service phone calls, and the fact that my password requirements now apparently need a blood sample and ancient prophecy to log into anything. Because honestly?The older I get, the more I understand that quote less in a dramatic “standing on…
The Ink Chapel 