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KayA Story of Finding Your VoiceShe used to be the glue that held everything together. People sought her out for unwavering support, a shoulder to cry on, a quiet strength…Jul 13Jul 13
KayThe rhythm of the worn juttiI couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. The midday sun beat down, but she didn’t seem to notice, lost in her own world. Her white chikan…Jul 6Jul 6
KayNot Quite Love at First SightWhat I felt for him was different. It wasn’t love at first sight. Instead, it unfolded like a flower, each meeting revealing a new facet of…Jul 5Jul 5
KayWithout An Arm to Hold“I cross the street without an arm to hold me back.” This line, the final gut punch of Adam Silvera’s “They Both Die at the End,” lingered…Jul 2Jul 2