I’m alone in a small boxy room with only a piano to keep me company. Together we reminisce of the brighter days, and when my tears hit her keys and …
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Hannah Philipp
An Open Letter to My Fellow Misfits
Maybe you’ve stumbled upon this article, but you just don’t consider yourself a “misfit.” Maybe you are the epitome of the perfectly square peg that always fits seamlessly into the …
The Facade of the Grieving Process // By Hannah Philipp
“I sat with my anger long enough and she told me her name was grief.” – Anonymous Can’t you just see it? You finally come to sit face to face …