• 2 glasses of champagne toasting to New Years
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    As a new year dawns, A new version of myself I start. From the old me, I depart. New adventures are beginning. This year is one for winning. Though tragedies and heartbreaks mar the way, Still, happiness is here to stay. The future is bright. It is bold! This life of mine is a treasure ...
  • A woman is holding up a small shard from a mirror. In the reflection, it only shows her eye and a slight outline of her nose, as if showing how she ponders with what she notices within the depths of her vision
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    Exhausted. Confused. Petrified. These words pop into my head when I stare at my reflection and reflect upon where I am today. My eyes are dull, and there are prominent dark bags under them. A dull, lifeless expression dominates my face. I witness parts of my life flash before me while I watch, recalling who ...
  • A open book lying on a table with some writing in it. It looks as if its a journal to oneself, or a letter they are writing to someone or themselves.
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    To my future self, First of all, what’s going on? How have you been? I hope all the answers are positive, even if I’m not sure what you’ll say right now. The unknown is always something that sends a wave of dread down my spine and throughout my soul. However, I can’t ignore all the ...
  • scenic road in mountains
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    Come and lay your burdens down Here at my feet. Come and rest in my presence, I will bring you peace. Stay here a while. Talk with me, child. Take off your strong face, Let go of your wild. Cry to me, scream, Do what you need. You think I don’t hear you. You think ...
  • A lone woman in a busy, mass crowds in the city
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    An ordinary man, unafraid, unashamed, cherished by humanity, Bold to proclaim truth on rooftops, regardless of cost. A man once asked, with sincerity, like talking to a friend. “If you could be associated with one thing, how would you want to be remembered?” And without hesitation, spoken from the lips of one honest and loving, ...
  • A lone grey horse gazing into the distance
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              Cricket’s chirping filled the desert’s rolling hills; the silence of the night echoed. A horse in a stable snorted as a woman with raven-black hair fed him hay. A sad smile came across her features while she stroked the soft, brown fur of her beautiful steed. Her blue eyes swam ...
  • A person sits in front of a brick wall with their knees to their chest, leaves covering the floor around them. They appear sad, deep in their own thoughts
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    They say challenges are meant to help you grow emotionally and mentally. They show strength beneath pain and mark the growth of character. I remind myself of this whenever I confront the cracked wall deep within my mind – A barrier of depression traps me in past mistakes and regrets, as if they are proof ...
  • A collective bundle of colorful balloons
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    Music played through the wide-open doors of the cafeteria and bright-colored lights flickered on the walls. The announcement echoed as “Low” by Flo Rida played. Balloons and silver paper stars decorate the entryway. They didn’t shine bright as the stars above, highlighted by a full moon, along a desert landscape. Tonight was prom; the night ...
  • A lone house among an open field and a cloud covered sky
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    Content warning: This story contains mentions of suicide, self-harm, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Midnight-black shadows cascaded over the bright blue-painted walls of a studio-apartment-sized home. Crickets chirped outside a barely cracked open window that displayed an open, blanketed heavenly sky. The stars themselves twinkled like gems across a desert ...
  • Woman with black hair wearing a red shirt and looking through a wet glass
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    Like shattered glass, the scattered pieces can’t be put back together– or so I thought… I was stranded in the sea then felt lost on the shore amongst the loneliness, and hopelessness. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, so long so deep and hopeless– or so I thought…  Then he came ...