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The city winds (prose poem)
I felt the breeze of doubt blow through me. Like a tornado, it destroyed the very structures I’ve built to have some sort of peace. My mental society were at each other’s throats. And I’m the mayor, trying to rebuild civilization. I heard every complaint and irritations. The voices of the people were many. I’m…
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How doing dishes helped me with self respect
Earlier this week, I was washing dishes. I wasn’t doing them because I love doing dishes, then again , who does? As I was doing them, a thought came to mind. Am I washing dishes to make people I live with happy? Or am I doing them because seeing them happy that I’m helping makes…
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