so so so little

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i miss the time when words would roll off of my fingers so smoothly and sweetly. all that is left are mundane logs about my days and my loves. i strain to get the words back, perhaps this can be an avenue.

there is so much old stuff. . . my favorite piece is probably my bi poem, but i'm not bisexual. . . i'm not with that girl. . . i'm not even that person. and it all feels so dated.

we were sluts, by the way. we were cheating.