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What an upsetting time of night
to rid myself of all the memories I’ve locked safely away
in my closet.
Y'know when you can't sleep and decide to do a deep dive into your past? Yeah...
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own.
As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side.
I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour.
I sighed along with them.
Oh, how exhausted we all are.
May 12th 2023

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