Who am I?
In Stead .
Why not
to embrace or not to embrace
Tabula Rasa
Letters to my former apartment part 2
Love Letters to My former Apartment, Pt 1
Swim Regulations
This place is not the same without you
And one more thing .
when is enough enough .
My Soul is Three Generations Old
Sipping the sounds of a slow life
A recipe for your perfect love
Worthiness
bone games
A casual travesty
thinking there will be time
unbreak these hearts
blood runs dry
Say Everything Unsaid
You never know what you’ll never get the chance to say
A love letter to myself
I must have learned to be kind to myself, and now I’ve learned I can forget how to as well, maybe I can remember again
Writing often but erratically, trying earnestly to not be too busy for my own life
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