Onward. Move. Living is movement. Spaces between sentences bite better. Feel lights, not shadows. They’re myself. Remind. In crept doubt of shadows. But bouquets, like…
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What do you call the feeling when old friends reminisce on your birthday? And it hits like a racecar of an ache. Great, heaping wells…
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How to deal with feelings you don’t want to welcome into being true How to deal with the paper you haven’t written yet How to…