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Continue reading →: White Picket FencesBurning tears trail down my cheeks, escaping the hatred engulfing my insides. The air is a mix of black smoke from buildings turning into ash and leftover tear gas that was thrown into our protest, unprompted. I round the corner into the alleyway to ensure I avoid the curfew patrol.…
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Continue reading →: Mood Reader: Books I Can’t Stop ReferringI am a mood reader, through and through. My favorite genres are psychological horror and dystopian, but I dabble in everything under the sun. Sometimes I can’t help but cry with a moving memoir; other times I giggle and kick my feet with a cheesy romance, but no matter the…
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Continue reading →: Lessons from Black Raspberries“Everything happens for a reason.” A personal favorite colloquialism that often helped me process and accept my family’s cursed tendencies. Something bad happening just meant something worse could have happened or something better was still coming. I made it a habit to follow my gut and look for signs in…

