wystswolf

Memoir

It is night and my heart goes to you...

It is Night, an english translation

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the best times never last forever

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In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two

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Moving forward doesn't mean moving on

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Break upon me as water on the rocks.

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There's a lot of ways a day can be perfect.

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My mother used to take me to used bookstores.

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Some things you let float by Others, you hope to catch and hold on to

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Everyone has stories. For better or worse, these are mine.

My goal here has been and continues to be just me emptying my head and gut. Sometimes it strays out of bounds. That can bring some negative energy.

I will continue to write like everyone I know is dead. I hope this doesn't create challenges for you, dear reader. If it does, maybe this isn't a book you should read.

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