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When I laid down for bed, I closed my eyes and pictured myself burrowing down into my body. Going back in time to find myself again. And there she was, mind full and ambition oozing. And I grabbed her hand and I pulled her.
Up.
Up.
And up.
To the very top of myself. And I shoved her forward.
And when I wake up in the morning I’ll be her again. I’ll be me.
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Tiffany Fairfield
I’m 27 and have absolutely no clue what I’m doing at any given point. Kind of still trying to figure it out. But writing helps so there’s that I guess.
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