erica-foreverWhisper

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MotivationMy imagination places me on the precipice of a giant void, the wind against my back. I could just turn around.. / But I know the truth. *I'm already at bottom.* I search for the slightest sign of a transient light.. anything that would give me a reason to move. Anything. To make a change. Please? / But there is nothing.

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Letterswhere are you now, love? / I need to feel you here. / letters each week

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BrokenA lesson not yet learned, I look back / into shards of memories scattered in my tracks / this pressure, my shock emulating my diction

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