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I self-examine. I criticize. I fall short.

By Kelly Douglas, 23 hours ago

You’re the “twenty-something grandma” of your friend group.

By Kelly Douglas, 12 Aug 2018

Your words hurt, but I refuse to give you the satisfaction of seeing my tears. I refuse to let your words affect me.

By Kelly Douglas, 10 Aug 2018

Every fiber of my being itches to reach out to you, to talk with you, to catch up with you.

By Kelly Douglas, 9 Aug 2018

Give me the strength to save myself from the wreckage.

By Kelly Douglas, 8 Aug 2018

I longed to save myself, but you insisted on dragging me out of the rubble, though your desire to pull me to safety was unrequited.

By Kelly Douglas, 7 Aug 2018

August feels like life itself; a stunningly intricate web of joy and melancholy.

By Kelly Douglas, 2 Aug 2018

It’s complacency. It’s resignation. It’s acceptance.

By Kelly Douglas, 28 Jul 2018

I flirted with instability as I let the dance encapsulate me, tying and binding me in the wake of its dangerously hypnotizing spell.

By Kelly Douglas, 25 Jul 2018

You had been eager to go out, to see your family and friends, but now, you feel numb, completely unfeeling.

By Kelly Douglas, 20 Jul 2018

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