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The First Time I Said ‘Stop,’ He Laughed.
by María Del Mal The first time I said it, it was quiet, a soft plea on my lips, “Stop, I want to stop.” He chuckled. He leaned back...
María Del Mal
Aug 82 min read
What I Write About When I Write About Pain
I don’t write about a singular wound—I write about a thousand paper cuts that never healed. My stories aren’t just art, they’re survival. I write as rebellion, as therapy, as proof that I’ve lived through every heartbreak, identity crisis, and invisible moment. Writing is where I get to be soft, angry, Dominican, and divine—all at once.
Grace Sofia
Jul 153 min read
