I’m feeling hopeless
Your heart jumps, looking at her,
My face disgusts you?
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Diani Alvarenga
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.”
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Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
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This one I know