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Posts by Alyssa Wu
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The spring rain lightly
kisses the soil,
planting seeds
that become buds,
where hidden tender
petals lay,
a promise of bloom
that becomes
plum flowers
swaying in the wind with
silent bea...
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Mom is sick—
a sad thought but
there is one benefit:
I can finally occupy the kitchen,
the forbidden land of war
where you come out with scars, but always
a reward.
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No one believes I am depressed.
Depression becomes a privilege.
People are eager to make judgments and suggestions—
They never really know what I am going through.
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