About shucks
drinking coffee, personal writing, poems, life,
About Me Born and raised in East L.A. I survived by walking away from the streets and finding my way to the Pacific Northwest. Here, I’ve learned to live and survive. I write from survival. My words come unfiltered, unapologetic, and true. As a survivor of abuse, cancer, and life itself, I use writing to give my story a voice. My hope is that by sharing my truth, others will see they’re not alone—and that survival is only the beginning.
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aveces suele ser que uno nace para ser algo o alguien especial... sin embargo, aveces uno no tiene ninguna de las suertes en absoluto. contamos en que "nacimos solos, moriremos solos". pero nunca se espera que un dia inesperado encontramos al amor de nuestras vidas. o aveces, tu propia familia es ese amor que solo nesesitas para sobrevivir cualquier batalla. hacemos todo para alcansar el amor de a...
palpito
Sep 27, 2025
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remember the day we use to be exited to see each other even if only half hours passed? we use to dance and laugh at everything that came across our way. nothing was a problem back then, we would just deal with it. a broken glass was just an accident, our kitchen was never alone, home never slept, it was never dark. as days go by the walls start to smell moldy. our kitchen is always empty and grey....
time goes..
Sep 19, 2025
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mis manos son, sin duda, una de las herramientas más fuertes y duraderas que pose en esta vida. Cada golpe, cada cicatriz, son marcas de batallas libradas. Hay momentos que duelen y momentos que sangran. mis manos han cargado tanto que pasan las noches con dolor. Si las manos tuvieran ojos, cuanto nos contarian! Mientras me sobo los dedos, recuerdo cuando apenas aprendia a sostener el volante de ...
mis manos
Sep 16, 2025
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