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still looming in the middle distance, everything I never became waits for me to turn around and tempt myself. my heaviest emotions rise once again to drag me through the mud that I left on the carpet years ago. shoved through the door into a future favorite memory, and the reason I should have stayed home alone both times or every time. old muscles sputter back to life and I’m slapped by a reminder that everything that feels good can and will hurt twice as bad. nothing and no one has ever proved me wrong.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
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still looming in the middle distance, everything I never became waits for me to turn around and tempt myself. my heaviest emotions rise once again to drag me through the mud that I left on the carpet years ago. shoved through the door into a future favorite memory, and the reason I should have stayed home alone both times or every time. old muscles sputter back to life and I’m slapped by a reminder that everything that feels good can and will hurt twice as bad. nothing and no one has ever proved me wrong.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
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