Frigid alleyway
Non-slips on congealed grease slicks
Moths to an orange orb
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Paris Giles
In a practical move, I studied journalism and have written mostly editorial stuff, but I love storytelling in all its forms. I have a special passion for the way we relate to one another and for the beauty that exists in the dark parts.
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Lately, I'm empty
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
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