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I called my mom to tell her I'm doing okay. I did my laundry. I had my weekly groceries in check. I bought plants and hung them over my balcony. I told her it keeps me from jumping over. Yesterday, I removed all the men I've loved from my contact list. I took the wine glasses out of the cupboard. It doesn't feel incredibly lonely anymore. The knives are not hidden from the kitchen counter. The pills are not calling my name. Love has many different forms, I realized that. as I look at the night sky, with my fancy wine, and plants hanging over my balcony, I'm glad I'm alive.
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
The way of being
I called my mom to tell her I'm doing okay. I did my laundry. I had my weekly groceries in check. I bought plants and hung them over my balcony. I told her it keeps me from jumping over. Yesterday, I removed all the men I've loved from my contact list. I took the wine glasses out of the cupboard. It doesn't feel incredibly lonely anymore. The knives are not hidden from the kitchen counter. The pills are not calling my name. Love has many different forms, I realized that. as I look at the night sky, with my fancy wine, and plants hanging over my balcony, I'm glad I'm alive.
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
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