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Benoit Sabbage

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doomed tamagotchis

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urban cityscapes spray painted on cardboard panels by EVOL

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Aging is not decay; it is a masterpiece in slow motion.

Skin folds like pages in a well-loved book,

soft, worn, and endlessly rich with time.

There is beauty in being written by the years.

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by pixelianska, nyura kim

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Wired In

I was six when the screen whispered my worth.

Soft skin, small waist, a voice that doesn’t speak too loud.

I learned that beauty was currency,

that a girl is an ornament before she is a person.

At twelve, I knew the rules by heart.

Sit straight, smile sweet, shrink smaller.

They handed me a mirror and called it identity,

showed me an airbrushed ghost and said,

"This is who you should be."

Fifteen felt like war.

Calories counted like sins,

instagram tiles screaming my flaws,

lips painted, legs shaved,

every inch a battleground for their approval.

At twenty, I saw the lie.

How they sell us cages and call them crowns,

how they preach empowerment but profit from our doubt.

I tried to unlearn, to rewrite,

but the static still hums in my head.

Now, at twenty-five, I am tired.

Tired of shrinking, of molding, of warping myself to fit.

Tired of being told who I should be.

The screen still glows, but I look away.

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alai

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Hotel Drama by Joe McNally

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Bodies swallowed by glass veins, slipping

through the ribs of a forgotten summer.

Sunlight fractures, silhouettes flicker—

Echoes of laughter stretch thin,

dissolving before they ever hit the ground.

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