The 11th of July

I am told, to no fanfare, that today is the anniversary of this blog

I am told this, but eighteen hundred

Almost nineteen

Hundred

In a rebirth rebirthed for no reason but to hurt

No peace in the words and words and letters

So many letters

Just the will of the way to keep wishing

And now one year after five months

Everything has changed

But nothing is different

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  1. pythoblack Avatar

    One thing is different. I love you!

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  2. pythoblack Avatar

    And another thing, I can’t believe you don’t recognize how therapeutic all this poeticizing has been. YOU are still here, in much better state than a year ago, I hope, and I’m thankful for that.

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