Angela Abate
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A Work In ProgressA Story by Angela AbateCurrently working on this piece, I'm not sure where I want it to go yet. |
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A Night with EmersonA Story by Angela AbateChicago is a city of opportunity. The only downside to opportunity is that it makes its occupants restless. Every man, woman, and child feels a strong.. |
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CatalystA Poem by Angela AbateThe burning bitter taste of black coffee and rum in my Punisher mug as I sit perched on top of the counter, staring down at the roses .. |
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Technology SlavesA Poem by Angela AbateGiant telescopes we builtto unravel mysteries of the universe,but we stumbled upon our insignificance.To compensate,we built microscopesand discovered.. |
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End of PassionA Story by Angela AbateI lay there on your bed staring up at the ceiling as you talked. Your voice speeding up as if you were afraid I would interrupt you and leave without .. |
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Without You, ZachA Story by Angela AbateThere was an oil spill in the gulf on the same day that there was a girl sobbing in the hallway before school. Suddenly I found myself without a .. |
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Life NotesA Story by Angela AbateA segmented essay. |
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Do We Have A Single Identity?A Story by Angela AbateRecently the question of personal identity has been everywhere for me. The question of what makes a person who they are and how that is changed or.. |
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GraveA Poem by Angela AbateI saw your picture todayand I can't handle the state that you're inI held my breath for a whileas I thought about eternal sinI saw your picture todaya.. |
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F*ck It, Nobody Reads My WorkA Poem by Angela Abate"Not all movement is progress"Not all completion is successI would know,worthlessWhen everything you do just sends you in circlesYou stare blankly as .. |
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