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Dear me,

Okay... So today wasn't exactly... The best. You planned for productivity And wound up without. It happens. 'Kay? It happens. Repeat after me: It. Happens. You still tried your best. You still did better than last time. You still got a bit done. It's just one day. Just a drop in the bucket, In the grand scheme of things. So don't feel bad, okay? Don't beat yourself up. Never feel pressured To always be at your best. I know things seem awful now. But because I'm you, I also know You always make it through. We will make it through this, too. You are loved, Never forget that.

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My Wish

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Time never stops

The woman in the mirror smiles with her tired empty eyes. Deep sadness now behind that smile she wears as her disguise. Without you, her time ticks slowly by, her minutes turn to years. Life goes on relentlessly like the drip, drip, drip of her tears. Another breaking dawn without you, it breaks her lonely heart. Another day alone without you, another day apart. How could she just live on without you, how could she just go on? Each passing day she longs to see you, each waking minute gone. Her life, it will go on without you, if she wants it to or not cos just like her endless love for you, the time will never stop. Poetry by Suzanne Karba

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an atheist's prayer

dear god, i planted no tulips in autumn and no tulips came in spring. how silly of me, then to mourn the empty garden, to long for fields of amsterdam, to kneel at night in cold dirt, hands folded. i’ve learned there is a certain ache in lacking a thing never had, that small itch whose relief is two seasons past – so god, if you can hear me, know that i am homesick for amsterdam, whose name, like yours, i know but whose flowers i cannot see.

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Published: Dec 9, 2014

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