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M.
Look. I don’t know where this is going. I don’t know what you will be to me, if anything. I am not certain. That being said… since the day I met you, I’ve been learning a lot. Thinking a lot. I can’t deny that you’ve inspired me, impressed me, influenced me. Maybe you’re nothing. Maybe you’re something. I don’t know.…
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on forgiveness. in theory.
In an ideal world, conflicts between friends and lovers would, upon their resolution, collect its belongings: its anger, its grief, its sadness, its pain, and its memories, neatly into a box and (respectfully) launch it into the void of the sub-conscious, never to be seen or heard from again. In theory, the act of forgiving a person for their transgressions…
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On Solitude
At the core of every human’s spirit is a desire for belonging. For love, for appreciation, for inclusion… for connection. As an only child (read: lonely child), I have felt that pulse of desire for a shared connection perhaps more than anyone. I learned easily as a child how to make friends. It’s easy when you offer cheap smiles and…
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recycling
I struggle with the prevailing desire of creating a memory that is truly untouched by past attachments. Something new. Something sacred. Something mine. A moment in time unshadowed by the echoes of the ghosts that came before. The phantoms that continue to lurk, and plague, and haunt. The tormenting spirits that lay waste to my psyche in the night and…
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moth to a flame
You are so weak. It’s almost comical how easy it is to manipulate you. All it takes is the slightest suggestion in the absence of information, and you lose control so easily… it’s pathetic, really. You are so naïve. You make it too easy. You let your captor and torturer speak softly to you, and you so easily abandon yourself;…