It’s Not You, It’s Me

I still find this funny, but I understand exactly what it means.

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Poetry | Gunshot

I remember
my hands shaking
but only for a second
then, I—
I pulled the trigger

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Why Do You Write?

Those who have been eminent in philosophy, politics, poetry, and the arts have all had tendencies toward melancholia.

— Aristotle

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The Oasis on That Night

Something can be beautiful because there is something horrible. Life can be tough or it can be good. If you can accept that those hard times are part of beautiful moments in life, you can truly understand Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa.

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