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kayliehilliker's Letters

The Cure

Options are crippling as chronic diseases,
weakening resolve, eating away the marrow of confidence.
What choice to make? What medication to take?

To swallow the pill of regret would be foolish,
To take the injection of shame would be folly.
How to decide which career? What diet? What friend group? Golly!

Don’t offer kisses on New Year, or raise…read more

My Leaves

Traffic.
Cars, silhouettes against the pavement, chatter in the city streets, buzzing socialization in restaurants and bars, neon lights under autumn atmospheres.
The traffic never stops, only surges
moment by moment fast-forward
till chaos becomes the norm,
and my headspace has built itself an empire
of skyscrapers, stop signs and red lights,…read more

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