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2.8
Here are some words from me to my past… Here are some words from my past to myself…
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2.7
counting.
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2.6
Amnesia
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2.5
The surface
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2.4
It’s safe here. It’s blank. It’s a place to wipe my sorrows away.
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2.3
Tears
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2.2
She stood. Her hair, dark and wispy, soft and strangling like it always was, wafts gently in the wind.
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2.1
“…where are we going?”
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2.0
Pinkies linked through blood. And above all, revelations in an ocean of tears.
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1.9
Grasping…
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