The Forgotten Joys In bright dawn, we chase the wind, With eager eyes, our dreams slowly begin to unpin. But as the…
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When I Have a Starry Night I don’t need a man to sweep me off my feet when I have the…
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observations the city hums a lullaby of sirens a concrete cradle of restless dreams. the moon’s rays draw silver stripes on…
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half lives i think about it often the half of my life the half of my life i will live without…
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Written by Neena Atkins, a 15-year-old student journalist interested in the intersection of international relations, women’s rights, and history. I’m an…
