“Your wanting of me against all odds disgusts me, sometimes.

Such power in silence, I do not utilize it. I give people my thoughts and feelings on a silver platter, I fill the air to the brim with sound.

My craft is my talent is my downfall.

I need intention and impulse control. I need sleep.

Turning onto Wilshire, I thank you for taking care of me, speaking to an empty passenger seat.“

these words felt so heavily. thank you for sharing.

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Enjoyed reading this piece. Appreciate the candor in each paragraph. Well done!! 🤗

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<3 :)

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