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THE THING ABOUT DEATH
Death binds and frees.
It frees the departing soul from the body;
It binds the remnant souls by grief.
A mother lost her son.
Her wails are heard cities away,…
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ÌYÁ NI WÚRÀ
After all, if you celebrate with others, they will celebrate with you. So, you better eat all you can because she will not cook that night.
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The Mysterious Symbol You Probably Haven’t Noticed in UCH
In all sincerity, I would have given anything to make this article come out sooner than this. In fact, I did give everything (as I know it) but it appears having a keen interest in…
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BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME
“What if I told you I loved you?”
For a second, I wasn’t sure I heard right. I looked at him. It must have been clear from my expression that I was having a hard time computing…
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WHO KNEW?
Who would have thought that this fiery furnace,burning higher and higher,with heat unresolving, would later become ashes?Who would have thought that this rush of adrenaline,driving to!-->…
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MELANCHOLY
When I say my heart bleeds,
I do not speak of its pumping function.
I mean my heart feels like it has been stabbed repeatedly with a sharp knife,
But I cannot break open my…
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I’LL DO IT LATER. NO, YOU WON’T.
When I woke up this morning, I could tell you exactly how my morning would go if you'd asked. I could tell you that although I got up 3 hours before my first lecture, I would just go to…
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A MOMENT TO REMEMBER
It was a rather chilly and windy morning as I waved down a tricycle, clad in my shirt and pants on my way to work. Earlier that morning, it had rained heavily, leaving behind a…
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Proposal
My grandma used to tell me that thunderstorms were a sign of Sango’s anger and thunder was his voice booming at the object of his ire. In science class, when my teacher taught me that…
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A Different Rhyme
One, two, buckle my shoe.
I rush out the door with only a minute to spare,
Doing up my buttons as I go,
My hair looks like I intentionally roughed it up,
It would have to do.…
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