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The Prisoners Of My Mind

Right in the hollow of my mind, where the darkness loomed a prison was built. Its purpose was to capture and torture. In this prison,

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My Childhood Monster.

My childhood monster had a name. He was Olomo with a fierce look, thunderous voice and bloodshot eyes. He had a strong grip and a

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The slum I grew up in.

” You live in a slum”. My friend suddenly blurted out as I walked her home. I looked at her confused not knowing what to

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