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Light Like Fireflies

1. 2. 3.Lights blink out like fireflies;One by one they float into the night, Their bright fire dwindles out as they find their place among the stars. He takes them home, leaving their light to…

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I think I found my new favorite meal.

Around noon today I started watching Magnolia Table from Joanna Gaines with my mom. In the first episode she makes fatayer with Lebanese salad and baklava. We decided to mix up our meal plan and…

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Coping Techniques for When Emotions Suck

Emotions suck, that’s a fact of life. Anxiety, sadness, anger, etc. Usefull in a primal sense and a modern sense, but they always come when we don’t want them to. We’re never actually prepared to…

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Sparrows’ Wings

I’ve never been in love. Not truthfully, at least.Broken heart beats flutter by like Sparrows’ wings. Quick and fleeting.Leaving you to reminisce in their wake. Each downward beat of the wings, and pump of the…

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Amongst the Winter Storm

Have you ever noticed that the cold seems to be much more lasting than the heat? I suppose cold is merely the absence of heat. Without heat the cold itself would be non-existent. Then again,…

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The Old Grandfather Clock

At the hour when all seems still in the dusk of night, the sky sits an unwavering sheet of black, blanketing the horizon. And the old grandfather clock chimed midnight. Noise erupted from its bellows,…

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Are You Listening?

Are you listening? Not just hearing the single words,   the sentences,   each-and-every syllable   coming out from the person’s mouth.   Are you really listening? Listening to the feeling   and emotion   interlocked…

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The Media Sucks, Change my Mind

Honestly, I hate the news. Literally everything about it. All it does is remind us of all the problems in the world that everyone is already facing. People talk about desensitization to violence and so…

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A Coffee Mug Full of Tears

The heart beats.Slow and rythymic. Tears drip down sorrow strown faces, filling up their glasses. A coffee mug full of tears. One might call it weak. One might call it broken. But a coffee mug…

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