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When Our Pictures Were Gold

September 26, 2020September 26, 2020

Remember how our pictures were gold? They only looked gold because I couldn’t see how the gold can fade and show rust underneath. The sparkle was gone, but I kept clawing at the gold plating anyway. I wondered if my fingertips could paint over rust so the gold could stay.

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Prose

Train Hopping

September 13, 2018September 13, 2018

I imagine finding you on the train on the way to Berlin. We’re sipping our cups of coffee, careful not to burn our tongues so our mouths could speak.

paris

Personal

I Don’t Trust My Feelings Anymore

July 9, 2018July 18, 2018

The first time I found myself going along with whatever he said, I told myself it was because I wanted him to be happy.

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Personal

Being True When Things Are Tough

June 1, 2018August 24, 2018

I’m not okay, and that’s okay. I’m going to be true and finally say it.

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