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I came to terms with my loneliness yesterday while filling out an application when question #7 asked me to describe myself. I was reminded of my worth when I was told "just a person trying to make do was not a long enough response. Not long enough - Not long - Not enough. I reread my rejection a few more times, wondering what more I could add without lying. Ever since you went overseas I've been trying to pick back up the parts of myself you left behind out of anything I can find. So far I have not found any self worth in the bottom of the bottle. I threw out your chapstick I found in my center console and ripped up the photo I had of your tucked under my insurance card. If I crash the car tonight at least I wont have the option of looking at your photo as the last face I see. Bring me home a souvenir from all the countries you've smiled in and a jar filled with the sound of your laughter. Ill put it under my pillow. If I keep the lid open maybe Ill finally sleep through the night.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
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I came to terms with my loneliness yesterday while filling out an application when question #7 asked me to describe myself. I was reminded of my worth when I was told "just a person trying to make do was not a long enough response. Not long enough - Not long - Not enough. I reread my rejection a few more times, wondering what more I could add without lying. Ever since you went overseas I've been trying to pick back up the parts of myself you left behind out of anything I can find. So far I have not found any self worth in the bottom of the bottle. I threw out your chapstick I found in my center console and ripped up the photo I had of your tucked under my insurance card. If I crash the car tonight at least I wont have the option of looking at your photo as the last face I see. Bring me home a souvenir from all the countries you've smiled in and a jar filled with the sound of your laughter. Ill put it under my pillow. If I keep the lid open maybe Ill finally sleep through the night.
A.A. If it belonged to me, I'd still give you the world.
ebudss
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
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