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Monkele
The first time I saw Monkele, well, I don’t even know if that’s really her name, but I wish I could call her that. It really suits her. She was…
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The first time.
The first time I talked about love with a boy was also the first time I talked about God and heaven. I was in primary school, and my closest friend…
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Off-white is the new cool
They say a word is enough for the wise. But what about those who need you to say it twice? Not because they’re defiant, but because they didn’t catch it…
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Is peace a failure?
Someone asked me a question once. A question that just didn’t whisper, didn’t shout… It did both. A question that clung to my skin: "Do you think… You get comfortable…
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The little girl
I remember the night it all started. It was a cold Thursday evening. The sky was dark and heavy, like it was about to rain. I had closed my curtains,…
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The boy in the magazine.
I saw a boy in a magazine once. He didn't have the finest face, nor the prettiest smile. but his eyes held me longer than I meant to stay. I…
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Will our story resume?
This is to those who were, are, and soon to be in an 'unfinished love story'. Cheers! ❤️ I hope that one day, the story can resume The story of…
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A child, a woman.
I am a child.I like cookies. Ice cream makes me happy. Candies and chocolates make my day. I am a girl.I love animations. I love dancing, running, and playing in…
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As perfect, as flawed.
I was in love with a writer once. Sweet words flowed from his mouth like a buttery fountain, smooth and passionate, coating everything they touched. His eyes held a kindness…