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Flowers from Safeway
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So, I'm walking down the street and I suddenly erupt into spontaneous uncontrollable tears. This has been a pretty regular occurance as my mind grows lonlier. I control myself so well at home and at work, that it happens at the bus stop or on my way to the grocery store or wherever.
Anyway, that's not the point.
The point is amidst my pathetic sobs (which I scarcely even notice anymore) I hear my name.
Not the one that everyone calls me, but the one on my driver's license.
I'm reluctant to turn my head, because anyone who calls me that is someone from deep in my past.
And he was.
12 years in my past to be exact. And not someone I would have looked up If I had any desire to maintain friendships, either.
Why does this have to happen at my most vulnerable.
I suppose a better question is, why do I allow myself to be vulnerable all the time?
I was wrong. I don't have a point after all.
goodnight everyone
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