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The Inventory of Goodbye

I have a pack of letters,
I have a pack of memories.
I could cut out the eyes of both.
I could wear them like a patchwork apron.
I could stick them in the washer, the drier,
and maybe some of the pain would float off like dirt?
Perhaps down the disposal I could grind up the loss.
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If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she's gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand." And she' ( Read more... )

Day one - your facebook profile photo.
Day two - a photo of yourself a year ago.
Day three - a photo of you.
Day four - a photo of the last place you went on holiday.
Day five - a photo that makes you laugh.
Day six - a photo of someone you love.
Day seven - a photo of your best friends.
Day eight - a photo of your family.
Day nine - a photo of you as a ( Read more... )

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I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.

Flowers for Algernon, Daniel Keyes

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