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We all have songs that transport us to a particular time and place. With snapshot vignettes, Tanea Lunsford Lynx constructs a literary mixtape of memories, from childhood dancing to Columbia University.
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I forced myself to admit that, while things were irreparable, I was still holding on. That I was staying even though I should leave, because I believed her when she said no one else would love me.
Read MoreI was an angry kid because I already knew everything was bullshit, and I knew it didn’t have to be that way. While knowing it wasn’t my fault didn’t stop me from being wounded by it, it also doesn’t diminish my responsibility to heal those wounds myself, and to not pass them along.
Read MoreI go to the mirror, running my thumb along the sandpaper skin of my cheek, where the garden of little copper wires blossoms and blooms. I wish for a razor.
Read MoreWith every mile I put between me and the fire, I felt safer and calmer.
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