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My grandma Never went to school Yet she was a learned woman. She had travelled Travelled across many horizons And so were the tales she’d tell. Every night before I went to bed She would tell me stories, Stories of mighty kings And their swords Stories from beyond the far-far land And lonely roads. Stories … Continue reading Blank space


Scrolling down my feed For the first time, I didn’t feel alone. I felt I could relate to someone, Even to people unknown. Because as I read through, All the stories they had to tell, I knew I had lived those stories, And seen all those fears dwell. I had come across the demons And … Continue reading #MeToo