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silentbob
i
watch
them
fly
all
over
the
sky
, blowing
further
and
further
away
until
they
look
as
small
as
confetti
in
a
tickertape
parade
.
this
is
the
greatest
loss
i
have
ever
felt
.
I
was
attached
to
it
like
a
body
part
and
i
know
i
will
feel
like
scratching
it
like
a
phantom
limb,
feel
like
writing
more
.
but
it's
gone
.
all
gone
.
and
i
am
saved
.
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...
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eight
years
of
daily
writing
.
yesterday
,
i
finished
my
latest
college
-lined
notebook
.
it
took
six
months
to
complete
,
as
opposed
to
the
regular
three
.
part
of
me
is
upset
for
not
documenting
the
difficulty
and
joy
of
all
the
moments
experienced
during
one
of
the
most
stressful
periods
of
my
life
.
the
other
part
of
me
is
forgiving
for
not
having
the
emotional
bandwidth
to
face
those
stark
and
ever
-changing
realities
on
a
daily
basis.
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...
tender_square
i
have
forgone
daily
practice
.
i
play
occasional
catch
-up,
cramming
what
i
can
remember
into
coffins.
dead
details
of
days
long
past
.
the
epitaph
on
the
cover
reads: "
here
lies
imagination
."
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who
go
blather
from
