Too Much to Handle!

If someone doesn’t really know you, you come off kind of annoying or irritation...

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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...

High School

So we all attended this lovely thing called high school. Well, I can't say "we all," because it really doesn't pertain to everyone...

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