Dabbling

I think my inability to grasp those past hobbies was me somehow searching for a way to vent and relax. I don’t know how long it will last...

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What Am I?

Growing up, and even up to just recently, I was always told the same thing. My dad is black and my mother is Native American. It was driven into my brain, and it became who I was...

Solitude

I'm not saying I'm broken. I'm not saying that I’ll be single forever. I am saying that whatever the case may be...

The Sister

My sister is a strange one, but she also has an attitude that I envy. She cares so much, but then again she doesn't...

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