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?You asked me to write of my imagination of heaven...
I sobbed into my blanket so hard the contents of...
Grief is unbearable in the way that you can’t...
Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me...
What am I supposed to do?
How am I meant to get through this without you...
Someone told me recently to enjoy my ‘boring...
But I’d rather spend my time publishing books...
I was in the bathroom two nights prior-
Two beers deep and debating on messaging you...
“I’d eat twenty Klondike bars in order to do...
We were arranging a day to get together and have...