and i get out of bed.

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i miss overgrown grass meadows and

playing tag with our shadows. i wish

i could take my memories and revive

them into realities. i fish for hope each

morning i open my eyes, but it’s not

often that i latch onto any. even so,

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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