a gentle preamble

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tribute,
this book is a tribute to myself.

for being strong 
for being generous with my love
and for finally being brave enough
to put this open wound of mine up.

ramble, 
i honestly do not know where this came from. 
(nervous laughter)
probably just my frustrations over
not being able to write. 


we'll see where this goes.

thank you,
also, thank you for dropping by.
even if you don't get past this chapter
(which i will understand completely),

i still adore you for clicking. 

started,
the eve of the twenty-second day
in the middle of a dry yet cold august,
the year i learned what it was like
to understand a child.


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