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Buried Secrets:. AI-Generated.
Every life carries secrets. Some are small—like forgotten promises or unspoken fears. Others are heavy, buried deep within us, shaping the way we see the world without ever being spoken aloud. These buried secrets live in the shadows of our hearts, waiting for the right moment to surface. And when they do, they change everything.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
“I Won’t Be Silenced”: French Anti-Drugs Activist Speaks Out After Brutal Murder of His Brothers. AI-Generated.
When tragedy strikes, most people retreat from public life, overwhelmed by grief and fear. But for one French anti-drugs activist, a shocking and deeply personal loss has strengthened his resolve instead of silencing him. After the murder of his two brothers, the activist—long known for speaking out against drug trafficking and gang influence in French communities—has declared, “I won’t be silenced.” His words have now sparked nationwide discussions on organized crime, community safety, and the emotional toll carried by those who dare to challenge powerful criminal networks.
By Fiaz Ahmed 2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:日常生活
A contagion is about as threatening as anything, we forget that people used to die of simple colds. Sometimes when you're on that death bed, that is the thing that does you in. Oh yea, I guess I am thinking of Jasmine for some reason. Well I don't want to think of Cedar Hills.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
How to Overcome Loneliness Even When You’re Surrounded by People
I didn’t realize loneliness wasn’t about being alone — it was about feeling unseen. And some of the loneliest moments of my life happened when I was surrounded by people who had no idea what was going on inside me.
By Aman Saxena2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 頂点
I feel very captivated by the current tarot card video I am watching, I am awake like I said previously, but I wouldn't say my motivation to do math is gone but, I feel like.. I need to recover my mentality through tarot card readings. Like, I need to do a mental health respite.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
Hidden Pain:. AI-Generated.
Pain isn't always usually loud. It does not continually scream, cry, or call for attention. sometimes, ache hides in silence, tucked away behind smiles and well mannered conversations. It lingers quietly, invisible to the sector, yet heavy enough to bend the soul. this is the story of hidden pain—the type that no person sees, however anybody carries.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
What Wicked Reminded Me About Life, Friendship, and the Dreams We’re Still Fighting For
Monday night Blu and I finally got to go to an early viewing of Wicked: For Good — something I actually signed up for months ago on Amazon Prime. They had an early-release option where Prime members could register for a chance to get tickets, but it wasn’t guaranteed because they were limited and expected to sell out fast. I signed up anyway, crossed my fingers, and about a month ago got the notification that they were available. I grabbed two immediately. Ever since we went, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Until last year, I honestly wasn’t a fan of Wicked. I didn’t know much about it, and someone once told me it was basically a Wizard of Oz “remake,” so I judged it way too quickly. (And honestly, if someone had just told me Kristin Chenoweth was Glinda in the Broadway show, I probably would have gone to see it immediately.) Wizard of Oz was huge in my life — part of my childhood and part of my family. That famous Glinda line, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” felt freeing even as a kid. I loved witches and never understood why people acted like they were automatically bad. I always wondered how they got that way. I was a little rough around the edges growing up, but I never lashed out without a reason. That’s just not who I am. I’m a live-and-let-live person. So if a witch was acting out, I wanted to know what pushed her there. But no one wanted to explore Oz that deeply with me. Either they didn’t get it, or they thought I was trying to talk my way out of trouble — which wasn’t true. I never cared if I got in trouble for defending myself. My parents always knew if I was involved in something, someone else started it. Those nights usually ended with ice cream or a new Barbie. But if I started something? That was different. They warned me they’d melt all my Barbies. I believed them. One time my mom said if she had to ask me to do something again, she’d cut my Barbie’s hair off. I tested her. She grabbed my dad’s electric razor and shaved Barbie bald. I never tested her again. Barbie hair was everything to me.
By Wren Kirk2 months ago in Confessions
Serendipity
SERENDIPITY (Based on true events) I wanted excitement. I craved traveling. I wanted something to happen—anything—that would not make me feel like I was a drone from the movie Star Wars. I wanted change because I had chosen to be a housewife on my own will, and now that I had had a few years of experience on my shoulders, I wanted out. Except—there was no way out. None that I could think of that would not involve swearing, chaos, lawyers and documents.
By Christina Blake Angelou2 months ago in Confessions
Fading Memory... AI-Generated.
Memories are fragile. They start as vivid shades, sharp info, and clean voices, however over the years they soften, blur, and fade. What as soon as felt eternal becomes distant, like a image left too lengthy in the sun. this is the tale of a fading reminiscence—the way it lingers, how it hurts, and the way it teaches us to preserve on even as we are able to.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
