Today
I can’t write anything new. I can only
make edits, only rearrange the syntax of the past. I’ve reached the point in the story at which
I have to say, “This happened and it was disappointing and I don’t think I will
ever be the same but I will try to be happy.
The end.” I can’t write
that. I still want my memoir to turn
into a fairytale.
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