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February 1, 2018   Dear World;   I saw a headline today. A sad truth typed across white canvas. Staring at my screen, the fluorescent sun of my singular universe, I urge the words to float away.
Hey, sup? Shadowed by a name, while trotting on by, in a courtyard, down a hallway; passing by someone. It’s a saluting  sailor or the tipping of a beret.  It’s over in a heartbeat, but what if
Sometimes, letting go seems necessary, like I have no other choice but to let my fears and problems- swallow me whole.   Sometimes, I'd look in the mirror and study myself hard,
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