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  • The Taste of Rock Bottom

    Reaching the lowest lows gives you a different appreciation for the highs. When you’ve truly looked rock bottom in the eyes, nothing or nobody can take that away from you, no matter what heights and accolades you reach. It’s a deeply personal place for everyone, wall to wall full of your mistakes, your shadows and

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  • When Will I Know?

    How many times can I write a rhyme? Until my mouth sours like a lime and I crumble under the divine?

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  • An ode to the bathroom.

    I spent my childhood looking over my shoulder, growing stiffer and colder, afraid of my fragile soul being demeaned; I would have rather no one intervened. But, my bedroom was never a safe haven away from prying eyes and concerned looks So whenever I was craving a peaceful, private nook To the bathroom I would

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  • This Year

    This year, I got a taste of a type of introspection even I am not used to. This year, I have lived (and am still living through) a global pandemic. I must admit, the lockdowns and closures did not drastically change my way of life. A true introvert, guilty as charged. But, assimilating into keeping

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