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I try to lift my weary body

Off the bathroom floor

But my aching soul

Pulls me back in

Shackled to the core

And wounds that are 

Bleeding my cold blood

And I feel the pain

Tryin’ its way through 

The crevices in my soul

The only evidence that I am alive

And my face falls down

With no courage to look at her

But my eyes have a visual

On the closed screen

Of her smile 

And that is all that I see

But then her figure melts down,

As tears roll on my cheeks

With warmth in them

And I feel her touch 

In those tears

Striving for her next touch

Is the only reason I’,m thriving

And it is today

That I have learned that

It’s her soul 

That my soul seeks refuge in 

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THE DISASTER TRIO SERIES MASTERPOST

College is already complicated as it is, but when you had some family drama, romance and old traumas to the mix; you have a whole new kind of disaster.

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BOOK ONE

After spending years finding who she wanted to be, Kenzie Nguyen, a college freshman ready for new challenges, is forced to face some of her old insecurities. As old “friends” and drama come to stand between her and the shiny computer science degree that awaits her, Kenzie learns that her armor is not as unbreakable as she thought it was. Now backed up against a wall, she must come to term with her fears if she wants to move forward, even if it breaks her.

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BOOK TWO

When Simon abandoned law school to focus on his art, he thought this would be the thing to drive his father away from him, but he was wrong. After finding one of his father’s letter to a certain Dolores Aquino, Simon begins the search for his half sister in the hopes of getting close to her. This discovery creates an even bigger bridge between Simon and his father, but now with Zeyna as his partner in crime, Simon will finally show his father what family truly is.

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BOOK THREE 

After years of academic excellence, Malia finds herself slipping away and barely able to focus on school. To cope with her new status as a “barely average student”, Malia has been spending a lot of time playing video games with one her brother’s friends. As she tries to hold on for one last year of her English Lit degree, her feelings for David intensify and become impossible to ignore. Malia now has to think about how ready she is to start a relationship with someone when she doesn’t plan on staying in Europe for the rest of her life.

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> BONUS: Vince’s intro

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She resembles strawberries and cream under rolling cumulus and willow. If her eyes squint for long enough, she can rearrange shapes out of the clouds. Sandflies bloated with stranger's blood plot their attack as raindrops leisurely ripple the river. She turns over onto her back, freckled belly dared to the sky, and her hair as red as flame streams into the fresh water like spilled blood. Either side of the banks are a splash-painting of virulent green, miniature waterfalls compliment the scene as though it all belongs inside a geographic magazine. She is joyful today, though sometimes the ocean leaks from her eyes. He absorbs her happiness, breathing it in, feeling it wash through his respiratory system. She is a star of energy and light, she tilts her head back and laughs as her hair cascades around her like flowing lava.

She is a sun catcher — She consumes all of the light, trapping it within the confinements of her walls. Selfish, she keeps all of it to herself and never reveals her secret, not a whisper. He knows when she eats the sun — those are the days the sky turns ashen and cries for all the pain in the world.

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I'm tired

In areas where sleep can't reach

Where medicines can't heal

The bruises anymore

Where life is dead

With no hope

To cope

No desire

No light

But still

Perhaps

I'll just wait

For saplings to arise

From the wounds

The roots

To pass deep into the stabs

Enriching itself

From the past debris

And wish to

Just

Breathe again.