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“…I wish that there was something more mystical or magical about writing, but it really is mostly me sitting around with Spotify on shuffle until I hear a song that reminds me of you. Or it reminds me of something I wanted to say. I’ve been here before. I’ve been here before. I’ve been here before. I’ve been here before. I’ve been here before. I don’t want to think too much about it. Most days I feel like I’m reanimating corpses of the long dead. People I used to know. People who will forever remain 17, 20, 25 or 33 in my mind. I wish I could know you as adults or I wish you were dead.”

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