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Time Lapse

Pull out that photograph. Do you see the faded dots of tears all over your face? Can you count the number of dots or how many times each dot was remade on that photograph? Stop. Your train has arrived.
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102

I remember being four years old and Mom making up her and Dad’s’ tremendous king-size bed. I would get on the mattress, and she would put the sheet over me, then the blanket, and then kill me with her long…
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I Wish

I'm here, Doing nothing. You, building up your feelings— With someone else.
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Me and Myself

Because whenever I look at the mirror I can still see him staring at me, But I'm afraid He's gone through a lot of pain that all I can see in his eyes are dead fires And an imprisoned soul.
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I Am Integrity

I Am Integrity   I am a believer of Integrity. For me, Integrity is a simple word and yet it’s hard to see the full implications of it. Like in the workplace, in our government. Especially government officials, different government…
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Price Tag

Objectifying women like putting a price tag on them is chauvinistic at best. It doesn't add value to them but rather make them feel belittled and underestimated.