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It Started With A Text Message

Somewhere stuck between a good idea and a bad idea are the best of intentions. Most people don’t set out to do something completely moronic, but I knew what I was doing was somewhere in the realm, if not entirely in the zone of moronic. Yet, with each passing text message, I told myself I was doing the right thing, despite what the gnawing troll inside of me said.

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The Process Of Grief

In the weeks following my brother’s untimely passing, my parents sank into a deep depression. It was very understandable, but it didn’t...

 
 
 
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