When life happened, I
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Stared at my wall, wondering what its voice sounded like.
Packed to move across the country, again.
Hated the snow just a few more times.
Said goodbye to my friends.
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Cried.
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Picked up embroidery because I got awfully bored of writing.
Laughed when the dogs dragged my pillow outside.
Convinced myself to read something happy.
Conjured silly rhymes.
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Screamed.
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Remembered that lists aren’t supposed to end with periods.
Decided I was born in the wrong year.
Tried not to be so serious.
Cut my hair.
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Slept.
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Browsed unfinished drafts, frozen in procrastination.
Walked with a stranger’s puppy by the river.
Wondered what home actually meant.
Drank two liters of water.
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Bled.
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Loved characters more deeply than that one “almost”.
Pondered the complexities of our universe.
Hoped sunshine would heal my soul.
Admired blackbirds.
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Smiled.
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Realized wholeness feels better than perfection.
Collected postcards I will never send.
Got lost to midnight rumination.
Kissed my best friends.
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Sam Eliza Green
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I really enjoyed reading this
Sam, I felt every emotion with this piece. It is beautiful, with such pretty language.