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twenty-one february
twelve : oh-three a.m.
you are alone on a friday night, and your excuse is that you have to wake up early. class on saturday, must get sleep.
you read old letters from him and him - the one who broke your heart, and the one whose heart you broke. you do some laundry. drink some wine. you take a shower and cry, leaning against the tiled wall, back to the water.
distractions only work for so long. then what?