Writing
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We weren’t a good match. You tell yourself or hear yourself say these words without actually understanding what it is you’re saying: It’s over. I don’t need to doubt myself, right? My value isn’t determined by this single person—despite it sometimes feeling that way… I invested time. I opened myself up, and for awhile, it…
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I ask for signs and I get them. I wish to be someone else, I become her. And yet… these rancid, decomposing thoughts keep bubbling up from some hole of death and flames. So here I am again, asking—pleading—for the ability to let it go. I’m tired of feeling angry. I know, I know, we…
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It’s hard to find the right words a lot of the time…and sometimes I don’t know who I am, and I unfortunately met you when I thought I did. So I said things I didn’t mean and didn’t say what I meant. Like cords crossed and fraying, I felt too much and started crying, electricity…
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