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day 5133: lauded
hi daddio. there is so much i need to update you on. for now, i leave you something my boyfriend- we shall call him the armenian- wrote about me. She is kind. She wants to help others. She knows how… Continue reading
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day 4887: emotional labor
we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading
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day 4831: come alive
hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading
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day 4825: even more writings from the past (bonus)
i believe this was from sixteen as well. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “I don’t love you. The matter of fact, I don’t want to love you. You see, love’s a word that’s been watered down throughout… Continue reading
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day 4825: writings from the past
from a poem i wrote at sixteen, about six years ago. i do not know if it was for school or a time i was hospitalized. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “Untitled By: Jenna removed last name for… Continue reading
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Day 4758: Letter to Papa
Papa was a Burner. It was his thing. The following letter and momentos are going with my cousin to Burning Man this year to be placed in the Temple in his memory. Thank you, Liv. Transcript of the letter: The death… Continue reading
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