I think clowns are the saddest characters created; no nuance, just straight out comic. There is nothing funny about this world, and to be subjected to producing comedy with no…
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Salt, Light, and City are the three identities (I use the term ‘identities’ for lack of a better word) that Christ gave us as believers. SALT: As salt, our…
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It seems time enjoys playing tricks on your mind, leaving you curious to understand why. Guilty of endlessly trying to align with it, you often find yourself picking up…
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Dear male reader, Productivity. Hence, again, I need must implore you to bear with me over the delay in the letter concerning hair and its symbolism. I do not…
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In this era where technology seems to beckon more than human presence, the luxury of owning a device has robbed us of cherish moments. The screen gluing is alarming!…
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YOU ARE ALL OF ME Take a seat, close your eyes. Let my vision guide you to find The beauty that I designed When I made you my kind,…
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My heart’s racing. Is it from excitement or anxiety, I could not tell? Even though I thought I couldn’t decipher what was making my heart skip beats, I later realised…
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Running through the woods with blisters on my feet, can’t keep up with the pace at which I flee. I heard the voices grow louder as I ran deeper…
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So I feel this jolt again. A small whisper, haunting my innermost thoughts. Causing an illusion in my brains and sometimes makes me go numb. I can’t limit myself to…
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Dear Oparawhyte Writer, I hope this letter offends you. I hope it offends you enough to pick up your pen and write, and should it fail to do so…