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The
blacktop was cracked and showed time. I sat in my pea coat, silent and still,
smoking a cigarette, watching as the white paper turn black a..
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To Whomever,
I always find myself in low spots around the New Year.
Maybe the eighteen years of plans falling through, things I want to happen no..
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To Whomever,
My
body has had some adaptations that I’ve acquired overtime. My ears have learned
to love the soothing sounds of Sinatra and..
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Art history class. A
lecture on the emotional intent of impressionist artists, and it becomes a
chore to keep my eyes as my teacher continues to ram..
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To Whom may finish my letters,
I
like to think that what I write is in some realm of relevance. That my words
will land in such a way that they ..
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To who will read my ramblings,
The
first girl I kissed was not of good reputation. I worked with her, and what I
seemed to tell her worked. We p..
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To whom may find
my letters,
In
a country claiming to be free, and everyone has a say on what happens in the
country, I couldn’t feel mor..
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To whoever continues to read my letters,
I
find more and more that drugs surround me in daily life. I work along
functional potheads, and one wh..
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To
the people who find my letters,
I
wouldn’t be truthful in saying that the possibility of parenthood is terrifying
to me. I have a..
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Whoever finds my letters,
Family.
The most basic form of relationships we learn about as kids. They can be both
good and bad depending on famili..
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