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Her words

And hers

And hers…

They are a cage, always reminding me of what’s not there.

My words

And mine

And mine

And ours…

They are a map: black and white instructions on how to escape, how to flip my sights from empty to full, how to live my life…

Instead of hers and hers and hers.

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