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Fiction by Katlyn Minard
The first time I held your hand, we only did it to communicate with the dead.
Poetry by Zarnab Tufail
i want to be loved again. i have felt it in the eyes of a faraway lover but i cannot recall what became of him. sorrow in words always found their way through thorny roads into my heart.
Poetry by Aura Martin
Poetry by Abigail Pearson
i do not feel like sleepingi do not feel like wakingi do not feel like talkingi feel like falling down the stairsi feel like crying my eyes outeyes outeyes out on the floor
Poetry by Kelsey Wartelle