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			<title>Lips - 10/13/2025</title>
			<description>My lips bled today. For the first time in years, close to a decade even, they bled. I can vividly remember the pain my lips caused me in my youth. The physical, of course, but more painful was the emotional burden. I saw allopathic doctors in the US, in New York City (according to my mother) but I d..</description>
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			<title>Nightmare 1</title>
			<description>You are tasked with killing a monster. Its true name is unknown to you. Perhaps its name was lost to the annals of history, or perhaps it never had one. It threatens everything and everyone you know. You are tasked with a herculean undertaking.Some look up to you as a savior, a hero. Others view you..</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>I dream big, most of the time. I&amp;rsquo;m trapped in a bubble of dreaming. Those around me are always dreaming of greatness, pursuing dreams to be at the top. But when I ask my friends who are elsewhere, they say greatness for them isn&amp;rsquo;t necessarily about being at the top of anything. They don&amp;..</description>
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			<title>A dAy</title>
			<description>Each afternoon, I wake up to silence. Sometimes, there will be the buzzing of my phone receiving a call from my mother, who sits downstairs. Sometimes, she will try in person. It is rarely the impetus for my waking. I bring myself to the light enough to acknowledge it, murmuring that I&amp;rsquo;ll come..</description>
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			<title>Lost in Space</title>
			<description>I shifted uneasily, waiting for my turn to board the bus. Today it was a school bus, the irony of which was not lost on me. The words &amp;ldquo;To SafeWay&amp;rdquo; circled above it, and inspecting them would show you where in Space the grocery store was. As I stepped in, the scanner checked my tag. &amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<title>Skittles</title>
			<description>	How do you end up with a bullet wound in your foot that travels through the back of your heel down several inches of plantar fascia and out the bottom of your foot, leaving shattered bones and cauterized tissue in its wake? If you ask a doctor, they might tell you that the bullet passed through the..</description>
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			<title>Bodies</title>
			<description>Darkness. Everything is darkness. And the cold. It&amp;rsquo;s so cold. I hear moaning in the distance. The frigidity creeps through my body, making me aware of my limbs. My heartbeat, unnoticeable before, pounds through my head. It&amp;rsquo;s deafening. Every part of me wants to explode outwards. I want t..</description>
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			<title>Caffeine</title>
			<description>Popped a percNow I&amp;rsquo;m sillySitting on my couch with Alani in hand200mgsMight not seem like much to your average joebut I&amp;rsquo;m a LightweightFirst time drinking a whole energy drinkGOT ME FEELING LIKE #@*&amp;amp;I don&amp;rsquo;t even know how to describe these sensationsMy brain is shooting signals ..</description>
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			<title>Screams</title>
			<description>Harrowing ScreamsThe noises of nightmaresWe are hurting themFor the greater goodTo save livesBut their souls reach outThrough the medicationsTears streaming down their still eyesAnalgesics that will make them forget the painBut then the memory of their pain lives onOnly in me</description>
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			<title>A Sandwich Story</title>
			<description>Asian American Lunchbox Moment Story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarunravilla/2922132/</link>
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			<title>The Desire to See Something New</title>
			<description>A serious creative writing piece; a trilogy of short essays</description>
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