once a place for luminous stories of love; my social commentary to a world i had created in my own head. fantasies of reconciled pasts, inebriated research philosophies. from that, i progress. because not only will this be that platform for me, but instantaneously i am more practiced at the lifelong art of letting go.
we stay cycled up, finding peace in what we have become.
to accept that past is past, and to limit my natural reaction to regret.
to align my goals with who i am now, which is far from easy, but more than important.
this is me, when my voice is scared to tell you how i feel.
i write, and this is me.
take me as i am, please. this is all i have to give.
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