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Nov. 9th – the day you got back
I will write of you ’til my dying day, and if a pen is bestowed upon my grave I can ensure you that timeline extends to an eternity. For even after we breathe there will be no end to you and me.
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A box, tucked away
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even a thing, and in this moment, I am fully aware that I miss something that is not you. As I try to pin that down, I unpackage my own head in a manner so that after this ordeal, I may simply wrap my memories of you up so neatly…
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Manifesting
The phrasing goes something like, “you summoned that,” or the obvious, “we were just talking about them.” Regardless of who or what it is, you spent time thinking about something and now it is in front of you again. Whether a good, bad, or neutral thing, how do you react to that? Do you think…
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2020.
I’m writing this because we can’t go through another breaking point. We are already broken. There is talk that our cities will never recover right now—and that’s a terrifying thought—but I worry more about the people of the cities, the people of suburbs, and the people of rural towns. My neighbors in Brewerytown are terrified.…
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