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Come Rain on my Parade
Today has marked the end of a challenging week. I am currently staying with my dad’s family in West London, which has taken a major toll on my mental health. It’s almost as if I revert back to being that angsty child, around fifteen, sixteen, and I find myself in these sort of self-indulgent moods…
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it’s never impressive to take inspiration from (oat) milk cartons
I can’t catch a breathe!This cider is too heavy;my lungs resemble Chevy’s(powdered on indescribable empathy.) I can’t get away!long lasting suffering isat stake. I ate away atthe levies; shit, the doctor wants to see me again. “Pornography is an ally,” say the white bastards who lay dead. I ain’t afraid of getting a kick in…
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Lost in Pokhara: The Forgotten Spirit of Nepal
Settled in the Annapurna Valley – the start of many journeys – Pokhara, the lake-town that hosts exciting adventures, unique point-of-views (for picture-taking), and condescending bar venues. Yes, many from all different backgrounds converge here, with miniature adventure lands kindly “borrowing” names from Disney Land, hotel chains like the Four Seasons, and catchy café titles…
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A poem about love.
Give us a resounding struggle, one filled with angst and a lotof passionand oh, pleasedon’t forget superstition!Leotards melting in a spring afternoon,raindrops nestle into your footprints;like a wool sweater burrowing itself into my arms, I swallowyour breath whole.I loved a man so much thathe called me apathetic. He’s still around, walking the deserts,basking,waiting.