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Mar 2018
There is no lonelier feeling than seeing my neighbors porch light at three am without my glasses
He stopped smoking, years ago
I think it's because the neighbor's daughter was watching

Our cats were always wandering into his yard
And by wandering, I mean deliberately running away from our dogs, who were inhibited by fencing
Right now, I am inhibited by glass

Something went wrong when they insulated my bedroom
So I felt the 20 degree chill through my 102 degree fever
I felt like I should probably be sleeping
But everyone felt so far away, and it's not supposed to be like that

I dreamt somebody was throwing rocks at that window
But when I woke up, I couldn't find a face to fit the body
There is nobody to call me at three am
Nobody to make the room feel warm again
I imagined lighting a campfire in my head
I imagined the smell of pine and soot
And I forgot about the window, I fell asleep.
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
(18/F/Pennsylvania)   
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     --- and eileen
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