Writing me

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I’ve reread my life over and over, trying to make sense of it. The run on sentences, these missing periods, can I find peace in them?

I’ve filled in the missing pieces with these leftover letters. Shifted them around and around, till it sounds better.

Now when I read my life… is this my life? Or just some bitter fool who tried to hide his inner strife.

-OM

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