Alea iacta est

— just a little frightened of the tides;

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Quit you

I am letting you go — without explanation, without reason.

Morning Poison

Well, if this is how you want it to be.

Storms

Dear Guy Random (or whatever name you wanted to hide with),

In defeat.

Catharsis 0.019 (What you write when it rains and you’re a mild ombrophobe)

I acknowledge the lapses; I acknowledge the relapses. And most importantly, I acknowledge that healing is not an instantaneous process.

Open Letter

An open letter–

–in the hopes of (it) finding you.

Protected: Postponing Writings

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Protected: Breadcrumbing

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Dear self,

Whenever you’re ready.