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We’re on the turnpike
Dad plays the same cassette tape
And I fall asleep
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Leslie Writes
Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.
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The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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