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Feb 2014
When I was little I wanted to be
a teacher and change lives, but
now I just want to find a way to
speak in phrases that make sense.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, and I
wish I could put my ear to the earth
and have her whisper me directions
to my future. There has to be an easier
way. Because I have been losing myself
in the remnants of things I never really
had. How do I go back how do I move
forward how do I forget? It's too hard.
This has been in my drafts for over a year. Past me knew future me pretty well.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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