This is all so underwhelming. As a child, I was promised happiness and safety. My oldest memory is of my neighborhood running down the road after a man had stolen her car. My second oldest memory is being punched in the face in my taekwondo class. My parents have told…

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Story Telling

How time flies. Who knew that I’d be graduating high school in Silicon Valley? I wonder if other 17 and 18-year-olds feel this unevenness. Something doesn’t seem quite right. Everything is slightly crooked in my life, and all I can do is fix it in my hands.

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