Tag: Journal
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Walking Alongside The Girl With The Broken Smile
How long has it been? a month? two? another birthday? It’s odd to come back here to the cloud of thoughts that linger in written works about identity and self. I think the strongest reason why I haven’t been able to write a single word down in the past 2 months has been the inaudibility…
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Departure
Leaving is always tough, bittersweet, necessary, but painful. Yet, this time around it felt like I was Frida Kahlo and I felt so disconnected with both of the emotions that were splitting me into two, I could hardly recognize myself. I saw others be surprised of this girl who is reinventing herself, yearning for a…
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YOU ARE NOTHING! HAVE NOTHING! SAY NOTHING!
YOU’RE TOO YOUNG! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! OH, YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND! OH YOUNG, TOO YOUNG! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LIFE IS LIKE, YOU WON’T KNOW, YOU CAN’T KNOW! YOU HAVE NOTHING, REMEMBER THAT, YOU HAVE NOTHING! yet it is I that knows you, loves you, tolerates you, knows you need me as much as I…
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Juli-O
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“Home”
I was born in a big city, and pretty much spent my childhood at a central location. It was a nest; a surrounded nest. We lived in a building that has 4 stories. Like many South American families, we lived above the family business that my parents ran. So the first floor was the family…
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