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you know the feeling you get when leaving the house, for an extended period of time- and you can’t help but feel a small empty hole inside you that keeps tugging and screaming “you forgot something”? Eventually it goes away once you:

 A) roll your eyes upward with a throwback of your head and let out “fuck” because you remember what it is you forgot

 or

B) unpack and come to the conclusion you left nothing behind.

I anticipate that feeling. When I leave the house, board the plane, unpack and even when I stay awhile. I know I’m leaving words unsaid, wounds open and pieces of my heart behind. Although, its a terribly unsettling feeling, its okay. Because, its not my fault. It’s not my turn. My hand is no longer outstretched. You’re up and deuces wild. don’t let me down.