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The Lie of Being Loved
Girls like her are never really loved. That’s the truth no one wants to admit — not in public, not even in whispers. It doesn’t make for a nice story. She isn’t the one men fall head over heels for. Not the one they write songs about. Not the one they cross oceans or break…
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What Should Girls Like Me Do?
by someone still figuring it out There are days when I wake up and genuinely ask myself: What am I doing with my life? I don’t mean that in the dramatic, throw-a-pillow-at-the-wall way. I mean it in the quiet, bone-deep, unsettling way — The way you feel when your entire lineage seems to shine with…
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The Darkness, and the City
The darkness hadn’t arrived suddenly. It had taken root long ago—quietly, insistently—until it shaped everything. Her choices. Her silences. A broken marriage. Disappointed parents. The hollow weight of conversations that ended, inevitably, in those same tired words: “You’re so capable. Why don’t you do something with your life?” She used to smile—a twitch of the…
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Don’t Break Me Again (part 3)
Waterfall series The rain softened into a mist, the storm easing as quickly as it had come. But the storm between them lingered, quieter now, like the hush after thunder. They stood there, held in each other’s arms, as if letting go would tear open the wound again. Her fingers unclenched from his shirt slowly,…
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The Path Back to You (final part)
The last of the waterfall series They walked back from the waterfall in near silence, side by side, the world hushed around them. The path felt different now—softer somehow, as if the earth itself understood the weight of what had just passed between them. The night smelled of rain, wildflowers, and the damp earth underfoot.…
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Get yourself together!
Tap… tap tap tap… tap. The sound felt like it came from somewhere far into the darkness. She groaned softly, slowly opening her eyes as the morning light crept into her consciousness. A smile touched her lips. Stretching her arms over her head, she blinked and focused on the source of the tapping—her window. A…
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Wildflowers of my mind
She walked slowly along the path that disappeared into the horizon, her fingers brushing against the wildflowers swaying gently on either side. The blooms danced in the afternoon breeze, dotting the green hillside with bright reds, yellows, blues, and whites. She followed a narrow trail, carved out by the few who, like her, cherished the…
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Autumnal landscape that literally brought tears to my eyes
When I made the decision to learn Japanese and come to Japan on a student visa at the age of 38, many people, even the Japanese I met in Japan, asked me, “why?” At that time, my immediate answer was, visiting Japan has always been my dream. Japan is one of the very few countries…
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