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      <title>Insecuity Prompt by Allison Rader</title>
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      <pubDate>2021-10-27 03:47:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emails</title>
         <author>rugenlil000</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>									&nbsp; </strong>10/13/21</div><div>	</div><div>	I sit in front of my computer, staring at my screen, tapping my foot, wishing I could leave. My mom sits next to me, trying to give me ideas to type, repeating, “Why do you hate this so much? There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She isn’t pressuring me, she’s only trying to help. A part of me will always hate this time of day, when I have to sit in front of this same computer I write this story on. Today’s another tragic day of writing emails to teachers, even though they make me nervous beyond comprehension.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I look at myself in the mirror immediately wanting to cry. I point out to myself all of the insecurities I have. I let these thoughts set in my mind, and now I cant get them out. It bothers me to the point where I cannot look in the mirror and I start to hide myself from it. I feel something urging me to look again. I slowly look back into the mirror, and feel tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes. I started to cry, noticing everything again. I froze in pain. Later, I walked away from the mirror with dry tears left on my face. The rest of my day was horrid with my mind constantly reminding me of what I look like, listing everything I’m insecure about. I slowly start to crumble into negative emotions, being stripped of any piece of happiness I was still trying to hold onto. I never want to face the mirror again.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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