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Angry

Angry

Why am I angry? Because I’m genuinely trying to understand. I wanted you to be patient with me — to explain what you meant. But, you became frustrated with my questions. Pushing back on me — me feeling dense. Dismissive. As if I’m an idiot. Not...
The elements of me

The elements of me

The rain is a symbol. Droplets falling….. Each drop is a piece of who I am. The strike of lightning is a reminder. Lighting the sky….. Each bolt to guide me in the dark. The thunder is my voice. Loud rumbles echo….. Each one just as important as the last. The wind is...