THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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this is the part where we trade our secrets and stories

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i am essentially waiting for a forever that has yet to see me. It'snot really a place I'm looking for but a feeling. Like I belong.

I consider myself a fast learner but I know there are some stars

that I will never see and people I will never know but there is so much

that I don't know. I don't know. The world is infinite but I'm not.

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theres no planet science trumps hate

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I'm with her!

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I was born in Raleigh in 1945. I have lived most of my life here.I attended Pearce College 64-66. I remember we had to wear hats and gloves

to church. It was an all girls school then and I loved my years there. Raleigh

has grown but I still love it.. My Grandmother lived on Whitaker Hill Rd at

five points and I have fond memories of visiting her there. I recently buried

my husband in Oakwood Cemetery in my grandmothers family plot.

In college we ate at Finchs and Cameron Village and downtown were the only

place to Shop. Those were the good old days

I wished they were still

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we get the world we deserve. think about that the next time you vote. you are always enough. thank you for putting climate change literature directly in front of the entrance. together they make grey, like the hairs on their head to represent the peace in my soul. take care of yourself.

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hello my name is jae and i am an addict.i love them, but what's love in the face of addiction?today i typed on a typewriter for the first time. there is no better than the first time.

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I am scared everyone is judging me for what I am writing.

What's my true secret? I like someone who will not like me back

Because they are from an anime.

No let me get real deep. Time is fake. If someone died in japan

Right now their date of death would be 4-22. But right now it is 4-21.

Due to this, the person would have died in the future because of time

differences. This proves time is a man-made construction that only

harms human society and therefore should be taken out.

Thank you for listening.

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Some people don.t know what friday is.

Two weeks ago I was drunk. My parents do not know.

I also tried weed twice.

"Wow u r so cool."

I do not have a prom date

I am going to college soon in a big city other than my own.

I am excited to see a different world and become alive.

&&& I will find somewhere to belong.

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the earthquake days

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I enjoy writing on this. It makes me feel calm.

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I wish I could read again. I cannot get into books anymore...

We are your average Brooklyn teenagers. Today we took the q train together

to 34th street and got pasta. Then we walked to Union square. Happy spring break.

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Today it is a fun day in the strand and everyone is busy.It's hot in Topeka. I am happy today.

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Les sanglots longs des violons de 'automn. Bercent mon coeur d'une langueur monotonet tigre tigre brillant Dans la foret Il etait une fois dans un e au erge un.

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poo poo in my shoe by jamesonthere was an old lady who lived in a shoe.s he cried and she cried... for she suffered the flu flu flu flu. look i made a hat where there never was a hat, and there is a cat named matt.

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Out off the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be,

For my unconquerable soul.

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We can't be lovers

And maybe we can't be friends

And maybe we'll never know

Exactly what turned it so bittersweet

So I choose to still see it all through

Those rose tinted glasses

That I never seemed to take off

If only to remember the best of it all

"You are terrifying and beautiful and strange

And someone not everyone knows how to love."

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The story ended just as it began

Not with a bang but with the wavering

Sparks of a candle not yet ready to burn

The dying flame, staying only in

Spite of itself in the

Frigid December air

But when that candled burned,

It burned with passion and fury

And wonder never before seen by the ones

Who needed to tend to it the most

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I am sorry for a all the times I couldn't

Say sorry. I know we are both broken in the way people usually are.

We can't help the things we are

do we will stay looking at each other, just a goddamn mirror.

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this city has broken me and i wish it weren't so.parts of me have disappeared.