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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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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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s.
You are one of the most annoying and insufferable people I have ever met in my entire life. When I first met you, I hated you. Nobody got on my nerves like you did. You were the most pompous, boastful, big-headed, arrogant, callous, and patronizing individual I had ever met. Yet somehow, despite my occasionally overwhelmingly negative opinions of you,…
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T.
I still have the mechanical pencil that you let me borrow for my physics test in grade 10. It’s been in my pencil case ever since. 11 years. It has been, and will forever remain, in my care. It reminds me of you every day. I’ve never even thought about getting rid of it. It’s as much a part of…