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so we're bound to linger on:

where to start;

my life has been so redundant lately. i feel like even the people of the city i've called "home" for four years now do not hold enough drive for me to remain.

SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE.
why can't i catch a break these days?
i don't mean to whine.
but i'm whining. bigdeal.


rutrut rut rut rutrutrutrut rut rut rut rut rutrut.

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the 14 karat gold wrapped around my finger;
the swirls of filigree & perfect oval shape.
such a old, dear friend of a ring;
once belonging to my grandmother.
it justsohappens to sit next to my very first ring.
light blue topaz; small enough for a five year old hand.
these rings have no idea how much love i hold inside my aching heart.

i find myself numbing out of the everyday routine,
only to study the glimpses of light flickering through-