sometimes it feels fitting, the things we forget
on some level, choose to forget.
a brain riddled with every memory
comparable to a life stricken with every
shameful tearful red cheeked mistake
but
maybe,
it's okay.
to change your mind
to make mistakes
it's all,
okay.

frozen fingers
dropped my drink
guy online isn't as great as I thought he was
met someone here but I can't remember what he looks like
I want to talk to him
but I can't be sure he's not just a stranger
who am I kidding?
I'd be too scared to talk to him anymore.
I have an upset stomach.
I was introduced by my professor in peace studies
I was embarrassed
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