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Want to rest, and recover energy. Take out time to process things, bring order in everyday living. And from the space of clarity and order, will write. So that there is togetherness. Until the date when the username is reversed. There is a way out of this, and it will come with silence.
The disconnection with oneself, suddenly upon sending that letter, which was not useful and almost uncalled for, one realized how untouched one was. Where did the courage come from? - to send a message that was long forgotten. Why invite chaos again? And lose all the energy that was built up until now. She knows yet she …
 
It is difficult to write - illogical and unintuitive. As though words shy away when they see one approaching them. “Don’t touch us” - they say, “we will cry and be meaningless but not help you one bit”. Making one regret for ever using one. She knows yet she …
 
It was supposed to be funny - the dates and the days and their count, the continuation, marking the presence, the audacity. If the letter were written in ink, at least the tears would remove them from the existence. Don’t be sad. One promised. The pain’s coming back - big time this time. She knows yet she …
 
All is forgotten. All the lessons. They don’t stick. She knows that it is not going to happen without her, yet she … All that one is going through. Maybe she doesn’t know.

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The disconnection with oneself, suddenly upon sending that letter, which was not useful and almost uncalled for, one realized how untouched one was. Where did the courage come from? - to send a message that was long forgotten. Why invite chaos again? And lose all the energy that was built up until now. She knows yet she …

It is difficult to write - illogical and unintuitive. As though words shy away when they see one approaching them. “Don’t touch us” - they say, “we will cry and be meaningless but not help you one bit”. Making one regret for ever using one. She knows yet she …

It was supposed to be funny - the dates and the days and their count, the continuation, marking the presence, the audacity. If the letter were written in ink, at least the tears would remove them from the existence. Don’t be sad. One promised. The pain’s coming back - big time this time. She knows yet she …

All is forgotten. All the lessons. They don’t stick. She knows that it is not going to happen without her, yet she … All that one is going through. Maybe she doesn’t know.