Deborah Portillo

A beginner writer just trying to clear her mind of all the thoughts and nightmares that come at night. 

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The Warrior
a month ago
Today is like any other ordinary morning. The same repeated pattern of hitting the snooze button, the same difficulty climbing out of bed. The same routine followed every day, and every dreadful Monda...
Unspoken Words
7 months ago
Tonight I gazed upon you and saw utter exhaustion. It may have been the guilt. It hurts me to see you this way. Yet no one can talk to you about it, about financial issues, or even hold conversation a...