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I am a leaf on the wind.
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Planet Hulk: Tear of the Green Scar

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Umbrella

He loves to see her dance. Through the window, inside the studio, her body moves in graceful circles and leaps. Perfectly balanced and smooth. It’s kind of like how Leo does katas, only less controlled and more... alive. Miss Moore claps her hands for attention, ending the session. That’s Raph’s cue to move away from his position at the window and climb further up, hiding on the fire escape until the door to the studio opens and its dance students pour out, eagerly talking about today’s lesson while opening their umbrellas. He spots April with a group of friends, stalking her along the rooftops until they all go the

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Therapists, I don't like their taste.

i. in 7th grade                                       i didn’t know depression until she told me her name, carving forever scratches along my limbs like little love notes on the bark of a tree. she stole my rings and left me hollow. ii. i had only ever met anxiety in passing, until one day he handed me power and told me to hurt someone else with it. iii. inexperienced, with an uncontrollable quivering in my fingers, he whispered, “ to survive, you must learn quickly.” as i shoved the bevel of a needle into a strangers arm. iv. so, if a therapist could talk away my scars like iodine disinfects, guide the ships through

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