Tag: short form
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an ordinary extraordinary thing
i was reading poems about you to my best friend today. i cringed at the words i once associated with you. “it’s weird because i can’t remember feeling that way about him” she told me that even if you were ordinary or what we had was ordinary, you made me feel extraordinary things. that’s how…
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my therapist was proud of me today. and for the first time, i was proud back. not taking anyone’s shit, even from the ones i love the most. oh how younger me would smile. smile at my blonde hair, big boots, and the names i’ve took.