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Nov 2020
14.
I forget about a lot.
I give permission to my mind to let it go.
“Don’t take it so personal.”
Remind myself it’s not always meant for me.
Yet I often replay moments, words, on repeat.
“You’re not worth my words.”
There is no deliverance from those.
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dust  F/Minnesota
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