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my dear friend
My friend has been going through a hard time lately. She doesn’t talk about it much, I am not sure if she knows how. It has not been easy to see her like this; so tired and worn out, just sort of going through the motions. Stuck on autopilot. She thinks she’s passing, and maybe…
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on deserving ice cream
When I was in middle school, I played softball for the local park district. We were called the Navy Blue Vipers. I played right field because it was the position that was least likely to get a ball hit in that direction. I was not the best softball player. And I loved it anyway. One…
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learning to unpack boxes
I was in middle school the first time I became homeless. I don’t remember my mom telling me we were losing the apartment or that we would be staying with friends for a little while. I don’t remember being scared or afraid; just my mom telling me that we would be okay. We were homeless…
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shame, group therapy, and Tokyo Ghoul
*Content warning: vivid descriptions of finger/skin picking in first paragraph, death described later, along with small spoilers for the manga, Tokyo Ghoul:re* Over the past six months or so, I’ve developed a bad habit of picking the skin around my fingernails. I didn’t really notice it at first. People had to point out that…
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i can never be what i ought to be until you are what you ought to be.
I remember that she told me that after six years, she did not want to be my best friend anymore. She told me that her relationship with God mattered more than her relationship with me. She calculated her moves with her theology, beliefs, and goals and she determined it would be better to cut…
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i’m all grown up (i haven’t really grown up)
When I was a kid, I used to hide under my covers and force my eyes shut, trying with all my might to go to sleep. I was a scared little kid; afraid of the dark, of nightmares, of the end of the world. I was too small and too terrified, so I would hide…
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touch
Once upon a time, in a world completely different than the one we live in now, i wrote this piece about touch. I wrote it in a world that had no idea covid was coming. I was just a sick person in the hospital who was very touch deprived and thinking over concepts of sickness,…
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on learning to love femininity
I used to wear dresses. All kinds of dresses. Dresses with frills, with lace, with beautiful floral patterns; dresses that were simple or plain. I loved wearing pants under my dresses for some reason; my fashion never made much sense to anyone. I’m not sure what happened. By the time I was in middle school…
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The Parasite
The water splashes onto the floor; soap bubbling up inside of it. I take my mop and quickly begin to soak the linoleum floors. They’re grimy and stained to the point of no return, but I try anyway. I have been at the homeless shelter for a week already and this is my family’s chore.…
Faith Marie 