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A mountain in the distance is reflected in water to look like an arrowhead.

The Ruins

There was something about being a boy here.


A microphone in a recording studio

Rap Rights

Hip Hop was my first love, and it didn’t love me back.


Dropped Pianos

A friend told me I would find other people like me at college, and I thought she meant “people whose feelings embraced the world like a corset.”