Crawling Back Up

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As the days grow longer and the night become shorter, I am starting to get a hang of reality. But which reality am I getting a hang of? The act of pulling me out of my routine and throwing me…

Our End

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The moment you came through the doors. I couldn’t even look you in the eyes. You wore a solemn look on your face and we avoided each others’ gazes. We stood at least a feet apart at all times, ensuring…