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This is the part where i'm supposed to say that I'm thriving / living my best life / hustling / stacks on stacks on stacks / I did the right thing at the right time Photo by - on Unsplash Photo by Galina N on Unsplash but i would be lying Sometimes life doesn't go your way, and you have to pivot into something new. Even if it means not moving forward in something comfortable and familiar. Photo by Braulio G√≥mez on Unsplash fibbing and fishing Transition is a powerful word. For me, it's something that I'm relying on to…

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What biological imperative makes us want to consume rumors? That's what I want to know. Secrets, lies, videotape. We feel superior to those who perpetrate illicit situations that have nothing to do with us. Depending on the person, it may trigger their downfall. It may bounce off like a red rubber ball in a locker room. If you know, you know. I never liked rumors. What I understood from a young age is that I didn't like to be on the receiving end and even as a child, I knew that if I spoke on it, then it would come…

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I'm so far behind this month! Eek! Blunt is a word that I know well. And somehow I'm shit at executing it at will. It simply spills out of me like a spell, to exact a spiritual wound on the one who dared to cross me. I find myself holding back a lot of the time. I'm a people pleaser to the point of taking abuse and seething silently in mental distress until it's too late. I explode and somehow I'm always the one left looking like the fool even if it's justified. It's the cross that I bear every…

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Chopping up a creative nonfiction essay, visually. Hope you like it! this is a story about how pop music gave me life Photo by Kym MacKinnon on Unsplash get ur kicks on route 66 For as long as I can remember, music has been the driving force in the development of my identity as I know it. When reflecting on why music had such a death grip on me over the years is because I realized that I literally had no identity of my own. I never really came into understanding who I was and where I was meant to…

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