Scribbles Inside, Outside.
I sat in the dark.
I let them go.
I plugged in.
I thought it out.
I said yes.
I took her blade.
I tried once.
I released it.
I tried twice.
I showed my mom.
I tried three times.
I told half-truths.
I tried four times.
I met a doctor.
I tried a fifth time.
I had enough.
I burned the cry.
I changed my mind.
And I said no.
So now I write.
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Former Army kid. Womanist. I'm studying sociology and French. I write for Arcadia University's online newsletter, The Bulletin, and student blog site, Because Arcadia. I spend most of my time writing and editing, conducting interviews, attending and reporting on events, reading, and collaborating on projects in my University's Communications office. I love comedy, podcasts, and thrilling movies. I once shook the hand of a United Nations Ambassador and felt pretty fly about it.
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