Letters
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the note
you remembered.not just as a casual observation. not out of pure curiosity.you felt what it was about. the only thing it’s ever been about… how are we able to do this? have this passion still, after all this time? how do we – how does our energy – command entire…
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Desperate for freedom
I’ve failed you. I’m still lost. I don’t really know who I am without you. I keep thinking—I keep deluding myself—that somehow I’ve processed everything. But really, I’ve only been taking advantage of my lack of object permanence. If you don’t see someone, or something often, you get used to…
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We are infinite
We’re already at the point of no return. We have been for a long time. This story has been in the works for so long, we can’t even pinpoint the cause. How are we able to do this? Have this passion still, after all this time? How do we –…
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Unbearable and infinite
People always think it’s something to be pursued…to be found. And that eventually you’ll be happy. So much of life is spent on following stupid societal “norms” at the expense of being still, and knowing you already have what you’ve been seeking. But we’ve always known each other haven’t we? We always…
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Remember when you were here?
You and I would talk about everything. You made the world interesting and magical and full of infinite possibility. Sunshine only ever existed because of you. We would say that we are all ourselves, everyone, and no one, all at the same time. Sharing experience and existing as human simply…
Ava Loreimy 