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Dealing With Loss

August 8, 2019

The day I met Loss he took me to his club Insomnia and made me dance until I was 60% anger and 40% regret. 
The next day we got steam facials, and my eyes fogged up with the evaporated dreams of a distant playground my parents had built for me.     
Later, he showed me his collection of my losses: marbles (physical), marbles (metaphorical), mom, memories of mom. 
    He said he was lonely. 
        “I’ve had thousands of friends like you, but no one ever stays.” 
    Time told me to leave him. I tried. 

I’m still trying. 
    
 

 

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