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Melissa commented on the post, crew 10 months, 1 week ago
the crew work endlessly to acheive their goal–well into the night. They sang merrily and teased each other to help the time pass. Their leader, though, locked himself up to dwell in his own silence that he was […]
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Melissa commented on the post, adviser 10 months, 1 week ago
I knocked on the shiny oak door with trediptaion. This was the moment of truth. I was going have a conversation that would change my life. I was meeting with my adviser to officially resign from college. I was […]
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Melissa wrote about the word hearts 1 year, 6 months ago
oh what a cliche subject, only if you let it get that way. Hearts, I have found, are used to convey a number of things in our lives today: romantic love, friendship, family, happiness, stupidity.
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Melissa wrote about the word husband 1 year, 6 months ago
Some husbands are good, and some husbands are bad. You never really can quite determine an exact definition of a husband. That’s what I’ve learned from observation. But one thing I do know for sure is that I want husband that looks and me and can me feel like I’ve got nothing to hide.
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Melissa wrote about the word setting 1 year, 7 months ago
Setting, place, and time. Here, now, and today. Life is happening all around us, constantly changing, yet alarmingly the same. There’s only one more question to answer. Where do I fit in it all?
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Melissa wrote about the word half 1 year, 7 months ago
I looked at the sunset, and I thought about my life for a second: the ways it has changes, the thing I can’t ever bring myself to say, and the feelings I’ll never admit. It all seems so easy inside my head.
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Melissa wrote about the word pressed 1 year, 7 months ago
He kept pressing me for answers. I just closed my eyes and held my breath for five seconds. Why couldn’t he let me absorb this horrible tragedy before he needed to know the last place I saw her? I needed that.
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Melissa wrote about the word convinced 1 year, 8 months ago
“Are you convinced yet?”, she asked quietly.
“No, no I’m not,” he whispered, as he picked up his coat to leave. She sat quietly and wondered how she could ever show him how much she loved him all these years.
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