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Accomplishment  That those days that suffocated  like sitting in a locked car with the windows up, 100 degrees pouring in through the scorch  of inescapable rays, heat escalating, air stagnant, poisonous— That those moments lost to numbness as she sobbed in that car, nowhere to drive no one to call no feelings left to drip down her cheeks, trapped in a tomb still living— That those fears of never  finding a reason to get out of the car, a reason to breathe anything but stale air, to drink anything  but salt riddled tears— have passed without consequence, memories relegated to notebooks and dusty poems, means more than any award she’d ever earned— the accomplishment of learning to live again.   —Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

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