The Past Catches Up With Me Right Before I Fall Asleep

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Sometimes I imagine my mind is filled with closed doorways, each one embossed with an image of the person I could have become.

If only, if only — there’s always that echo winding its way through these unspoken halls.

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just another writer with too many cats

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just another writer with too many cats

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