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Sadness is never beautiful. No matter what the acoustic soundtrack is. Or even if the teenagers' self harm is with the thorns of roses. Even if when y..
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The marks on my knees from jumping off the swings, slamming into the fence, and falling on the subway stairs have slowly faded. I don't bruise easily,..
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Today, my mom gave me the papers for online school. I wrote “f****t” on the line that read "signature". I heard it so many times I thought..
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I’m finding myself here again. Every road map has your name written on it. This city was yours. We could've owned it together even though we're ..
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