Author: Yasmine Diaz
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Where Do All Teenage Girls Go?
I am no longer a teenage girl. As I live and breathe I can go and buy a lighter at the corner store. Or get a scratch-off at the gas station. And technically, I can step inside a sex shop. I can do all of these things and more because I am no longer under…
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Death is a stranger
I know too well that comes to pluck off people I hold It’s a strangler on a busy highwayTaking the wheel in a fit of rage without thinking about the costThe grim reaper has a black hood pulled over his head and covers his eyes. So that he cannot seethe tears they weep or hear…
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I hate that I know what to do with my grief
I hate that I know exactly when my mind has latched onto a memory of someone I have lost andwon’t let me think of anything else. I hate when I have a good day or a good month and I knowthose five minutes where I think of them will make me feel like their vanishing…
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Dreaming happens and then it doesn’t
For me, there are some nights where I remember exactly what took placeand who was there and why I was thinking of themin my mind I know it’s a dream so I can hold on a little longer to the illusion.then there are other nights where I don’t remember.I wake up in a cold sweat…
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