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  • Home, Sweet Home

    Home, Sweet Home

    I walked into the house and I immediately felt at home. There were cracks running all along the walls from the floor to ceiling, the air was thick with the smell of mold seeping through the floorboards, and I noticed paint chipping away on the walls that were covered in yellow and brown spots. It

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  • This Is Why I Don’t Do Drugs

    I imagine if I were to ever take drugs, I’d have similar visions that come alive in my dreams. This is why I don’t do drugs.  During my childhood, my Mom had always enjoyed having life-sized dolls placed in various rooms. They would either be sitting innocently on armchairs or creepily standing in corners. I’m

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