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Submitted to Contest #79
I don't speak Welsh, but the only word I know of the language is a word that labels both my pain and my happiness. Hiraeth, my homesickness for a home, which was never mine to begin with. Well, my home? The one which ripped me of my emotions? The one that stabbed my heart over and over again? The one which felt like a maze with no exits? Maybe it is time to let go of my possessiveness. I do wonder sometimes if I should be crying over the things I have lost during the last month, or if I should be smiling, because I am now free from the ...
Submitted to Contest #65
After days of excitement and decorations, it had finally approached, the festival of the dead, Halloween. I had so many plans over the weekend, so many ideas. Like how I would go tick or treating, decorate my lawn with numerous fake ghosts, carve pumpkins with my sister and sneak into Mrs. Gilbert's house. Sadly, it all came crashing down. Like literally, crashing down. One week before the day.... the bus I was traveling in crashed into a tree. Out of the twelve passengers inside, two of us died. Me and my childhood friend, Daniel. I felt fr...
Whenever I feel unheard, I take a page and trauma dump it in.
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