Having Tea in TB Class 

It was the second cycle of the semester as 4th year students (*dances because I'm getting closer to the end*), and it was to be "Phthisiopulmonology", which is a fancy word for "Study of Tuberculosis". We had been warned that the teacher was racist and mean, and truth be told, I didn’t warm up to... Continue Reading →


The love story we never told

His silence brought the end to everything It's loud in my ears and I can't think past the thought of "i shouldn't have done this.... "  But it's too late the words have left my mouth, filling the air around us, seeming to echo on, malice evident He is clearly uncomfortable now, but feels the... Continue Reading →

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