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Around us are hills blanketed in green, Limestone walls etched with memories; The past and present atween. An oath forged by tragedy unforeseen, Impeded endings
Everyday at school we had lunch together, whether a lunchbox from home or a soggy canteen food, we sat at the same spot. The location
I used to think that silence was a kind of protection. If I kept my thoughts folded neatly inside me, then no one could twist
If you鈥檝e read my last piece, then you鈥檇 know I鈥檝e survived what felt like an unsurvivable time in my life. I lost three of the
鈥淲ould you still love me if I were a cockroach?鈥� he insisted on hearing my answer to the most cringe question in the 21st century.
You were such a contradiction in my life,the kind that quietly rearranged the way I understood closeness,because nobody seemed to understand me or misunderstand me