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When I sleep, I can still hear her voice. Lilting, lifting, and lulling– whispered promises and muffled oaths.

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You stirred my life around and I began to change direction. And when you disappeared, the pieces of yourself you left behind still lingered, and I hated that.

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I choose to live in wholeness, to remember how we were, before we threw rocks at the safe world we’d created.

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I remember doing things for “the story” until figuring out that weirder things happen to you when you don’t seek them out. Also, doing things for the story is just a gross and dishonest way to live your life.