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Mar 2015
Look at your hand.
Memorize the creases, the veins, the muscles, the little crinkles.
Look at your hand.
Watch as the tingles dissipate under your skin when you think of her.
Look at your hand.
Curl your fingers into a fist, grasping every memory you still have left of her.
It's time.

Close your eyes.
Separate your finger tips from your palm, release, open, let go.

Look at your hand.
Memorize the creases, the veins, the muscles, the little crinkles.
Look at your hand.
Watch as you freely move your fingers through the thin, cold air.
Look at your hand.
Curl your fingers into a fist, tightly closing every empty space you have ever held on to.
She was never there.

Close your eyes.
Separate your finger tips from your palm, release, open, let go.
Murredith
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Murredith  24/F/Ontario, Canada
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