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Letters to T: The Beginning

Letters to T: The Beginning

The cool air of the Benoni highveld brushes against my skin as I step out of the uber, hesitantly dragging my feet towards the double doors that hold promises of salvation I’m not sure I deserve. The tranquility of the rehab center stands in stark contrast to...
Whispered Regrets

Whispered Regrets

A new dawn bleeds through the gauzy curtains of my room, filtering in a hesitant light that seems too pure, too full of possibility for someone like me. I sit with my journal open, a blank page staring back with a silence that beckons my confession. So here I am, pen...