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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.

Stephanie Briar

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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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