My Craft
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Social Media Pressure and the Struggle to be Enough
The clock ticked, years passed, and seasons changed, yet there she stood, bewildered by how much her life had stalled. She had swiped through every source of news and filled her mind with…
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Why would she stay in the library?
As I gaze over, my curiosity piques. She sits across from me, engrossed in a book. Her fingers delicately flip each page as if it were a rare treasure. I admire her composure…
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Standing on the edge: His Tale
He sat in the wooden chair, a lamp beside him casting light into the darkness. It was just enough to cast his shadow on the gloomy old walls, which could use a bit…
