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Chandy Grace

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Warmth

my life was cold

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The way the sun hits your face, Makes my heart jump up a pace. That little smile you give me, Becomes all that I can even see.

A Journey to Self Love

I have never been the prettiest. I was never popular. Never the skinniest. I was not the one you would pay attention to. I had no pride. Nothing. I was the socially awkward, mean, and fairly weird girl. I was... Continue Reading →

A Timeshare Mistake. We need help.

In the peak of the summer, my partner and I travelled to D.C. for a mini vacation. During our stay, we attended a free, public event that dominated the National Mall. We entered contests, thinking nothing of it. For, who... Continue Reading →

You are my idiot. My most brilliant one. 

Good Girl

Lea was a good girl. She woke up at the appropriate time, every day. She made her bed. She brushed her hair. She brushed her teeth. When it was time to eat, she ate. Her mother always praised her at... Continue Reading →

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