scars.

It’s been awhile since I really wrote about me. Me. Me. And more, Me. I stopped writing a great deal when it got too personal,…
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When a slave walks into a wake… by Jack

A death, whether anticipated or not is an experience unique to a culture, community, family, and individual. The southern part of the U.S. is no…
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Special. (by jack)

I think I’m pretty special for a few things. I know that sounds arrogant, so let me explain. I had a realization today that my…
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Funked up slave

As much as I’d like to say I’m perfectly adjusted and am the poster slave for easy going, low stress, no anxiety serviced focused living,…
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