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It’s been three years, blog, and sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you weren’t here. I start by lifting my hands from this keyboard. My fingers are stiff and fragile, soft and unused. My left wrist cracks in the air, and I listen to the sound of it breaking into the silence … Continue reading
The following is a transition report I wrote to the next opinions editor of the Silhouette. God rest their soul. * You don’t know me – ghost that I have become – and I most likely don’t know you. I’m sure you’re a wonderful person. That’s why you’re here after all. You’re smart. You’re funny. … Continue reading
I am afraid of waking up on April 9. On that date, four years will have come to a close, and I’m scared of losing all of it. After some 20 years of education, I don’t have to go to school anymore. I’m afraid that with the absence of a routine that throbbed on with … Continue reading
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