There are versions of me no one knew long enough to miss except me. I grieve the energy I used to spend without budgeting. My body keeps rewriting terms I never agreed to. There are dreams that did not die dramatically, just under fluorescent light at appointments. I miss the person who assumed the future was a hallway and not a locked door. It is strange to be grateful and grieving at the same time for what remains. I grieve the energy I used to spend without budgeting.
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