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Six Years and a Phone Call Away
I told you to stop calling me,because we weren’t friends anymore.I said it through a screen,late at night,when courage feels braver behind pixels. You asked if I meant it.I said yes.And that one wordended six years of orbiting each other. I met you at a kickback in Sacramento—Easter eggs filled with party favors,music low, laughter…
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Saturday Night Playlist
I’m listening to your latest playlist.It’s Saturday night, and I’m alone.And it hurts—like, actually hurts. But you? You still know how to make a playlist that hits the spot. Somehow, every track feels like a pulse check, like you’re still tuned in to the part of me that used to sit across from you on…
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pretty little fears
we matched on tinder.god, i hate tinder.but somehow, among the noise and the chaos,there was you. you had a father who didn’t quite show up in the ways you needed.so did i. no wonder it clicked.we do for others what we wanted done for us.we love out loud.we express without shame.we hold each other up,…
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I Love Me Enough for the Both of Us
I had my therapist appointment last night. We talked about you and me, about our upbringings, parallel lines drawn in different places, tracing the same patterns. And then, the realization: I love addicts. It’s familiar. I come from a history of intoxicating highs and devastating lows, from people who chased good times until the good…
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The Unfinished Thought. 