Month of Poetry (Week 3)

April 23rd, 2017
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It is funny, considering the fact that I have come back to a place I have lived for so long yet somehow, this time, everything feels new. I feel like I have to test the waters with my fingers, poke and prod at this new way of interacting with Auburn to figure out what is right, to figure out my new place and meet my new friends (!) and live in a whole new way. I have begun to appreciate this life here through a lens unlike anything before, but, alas, it has only been a week. A week where I can already begin to feel the pain ease a little from leaving Colorado. A pain I honestly do not want to end, because at least the pain means I am remembering constantly, and remembering is better than nothing at all. Copper, I do not think I can ever stop loving you <3 <3 <3.

Here is a whole new week of me processing very messy emotions.

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Day 21

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