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SarahBarax
The only place where I want to be lost is in a good book
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Ode to Recovery

While little girls and boys were trying to mold clay into flowers, I was trying to mold my body into a Barbie doll. My stomach was the canvas and my hands were the paintbrush, and I tugged at my skin until it was the color of fire and burned. Now I use my hands to hold prayer books and I bless every time my body carries me through the day without wanting to faint. I bless the times I cry through meals but eat anyway. I bless my friends who listen to me vent, even when my problems are too big for them to grasp. I bless my therapists for listening to those big problems. I bless the times where I wake up to men grabbing me in my sleep, but realize that it’s only a nightmare. I bless the nights when I hold a razor blade to flesh but don’t break the skin. I bless the times that I called the suicide hotline. I bless every day that I am alive and every day where being alive isn’t my only accomplishment. I bless fresh air and sunsets and furry cats and sand and all the little things that I can see now that I’ve conquered the big things. And for all these blessings the greatest one of all is the one called recovery.

Challenge
Injustice
You are free to describe any sort of injustice you have been through, it might be someone defaming you or frauding you. You can also highlight what injustice your whole community suffered. As I said any sort of injustice. I'm leaving a poem which speaks about what injustice we have faced in recent days which needs to get noticed. Tag me in the comments, I will read all. :)
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Horns

When the boy on my

cruise from New Orleans

asked, Where are your horns?

I was completely floored.

Where are my horns, I thought,

clasping my hand over

the Star of David necklace

around my neck.

I went back to my room,

made a cup of tea, and

said goodnight to Grandma.

Gute Nacht, my grandmother

said to me, before tucking

me into bed.

Grandma, I said, has anyone

ever asked you if you had horns?

Oh yes, said Grandma,

back in Austria anyone wearing

a star was called a beast. But you

know what?

I looked cautiously

at my grandma

and raised my eyebrows.

The ones with the thickest horns

are the ones that are most

likely to survive.

I glanced up at my

grandmother,

a 92-year old Holocaust

survivor, and suddenly my

eyes became heavy

and closed.

That night I dreamt about

winning. About standing on

a first place podium

holding a golden trophy,

with passion in my eyes.

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Standstills

Standing still at the edge of the tracks

Trains passing by

Cars perfectly aligned

Orderly, with clear direction

The trains keep moving forward

But me, I’m stuck right here

Challenge
Explain an emotion
Recently I have been having trouble once again understanding emotions. I don't mind what you write, just try and explain an emotion in any way to me. It would be much appreciated. Feel free to try again as many times as you like, I do enjoy reading.
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when we broke up

I walk to my room and practically fall onto the bed. A million tiny shards of glass pierce my heart, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent myself from screaming in pain. So I do; and when it’s over my hand is covered in blood and I’m holding a razor blade, not knowing how it got between my fingertips. The blood trickles onto the floor and I bend down to the ground. With the blood as my ink I use my finger to write the word that best describes heartbreak on the floor: her.

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Part of her feels empty.

Empty, like the space

between you and her.

You sit on a wicker chair

looking her up and down,

to try and find the lost girl

in front of you that

you can’t see. She grows

every second, but she

isn’t there. You still can’t

find her. A magic trick

before your

eyes.

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SarahBarax

If you ask me to show you

The place where the

Assault took place

I will point to my head

And show you where

He attacks me in my sleep

Every night

Challenge
Self love!
Write about how awesome you are. Give yourself love.
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SarahBarax

The thing you should know about me is that my smile is genuine. I don’t smile when there are tears welling up in the back of my eyes, or when I’m sad or mad; these kinds of emotions I feel. My smile is not forced or contrived. If you see me smiling, know that it’s because I truly mean to show pleasure on my face.

My exterior is a mirror for my soul.

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SarahBarax

She closed her eyes and imagined his lips—the ones that were as soft as the rain on a summer night—falling perfectly into place. And that alone was enough to make her heart happy.

Challenge
Color story
Write something revolving around a certain color. It could be a single color or the entire spectrum, whatever floats your boat. Poetry or prose. Tag me for feedback and have fun!
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Grey

Everything was grey. The floor, the walls, the people whose color had been drained from their faces. The whole situation lived in grey space, somewhere between the black and the white. It would have been simpler if the situation was another color; perhaps purple—a simple, pretty color. But while the outcome was uncertain, grey served as the color of the imprint on my mind.

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really anything
you can really write whatever you want, i dont really care i just want someone to reply so i know im not irrelevant edit: YO I HAD NO IDEA SO MUCH PEOPLE ACTUALLY JOINED THANKS SO MUCH IT MEANS A LOT NOW I KNOW IM NOT IRRELEVANT
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SarahBarax

never stop looking for yourself.

even if it means you have to

rip yourself apart and put the

pieces back together. even if it

means you have to ask for help.

even if it means you lose some

people along the way. don’t you

dare stop searching for yourself.

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