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Mar 2020
The tranquil voice sends me back and my thoughts scramble. Where has you arrived? Why has you arrived? How has you arrived? Who is you? Am I you? Is you me? Who is me?

I shake my head vigorously in an attempt to file these thoughts for another day. I succeed.

For today, and tomorrow, and maybe the day after that, I will step out into the world and do what must be done-  for these scrambled thoughts are scary, and I may never know the answer to them.
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niqniq  F/Philippines
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