I guess I’ll start a Diary

I’m starting off the New Year with only a year, 3 months, and 9 days left to work legally. I have to make them count somehow. All I’ve done since living here since I was 6 years old was assimilate into a country that is drying up all my opportunities. I haven’t even achieved the…

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What the End of DACA means for Me

  “I know they were just kids when they came,” my detractor emphasized the youthfulness in which we came, our innocence and carefully constructed their sentences to sound sympathetic even if hastily done. “But they have to go back.” they dropped the statement cold and lifelessly. It was all meant to be soft but firm.…

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