If you told me that destiny was real. That everything that would ever happen was predetermined. You know what I would do differently? Nothing. Why should I? Who cares that you were meant to read this? You have, and now it is over. Destiny doesn't work on my scale. If my outcomes are predetermined for all I care, I am in full control.
I never paid attention when I went to Jewish school, and I never once sat through services
And yet I know the sound, like a heartbeat in grey
I wish I could go through a breakup.
I want to write sad poems
And listen to sad music
And cry in the dark
And scream into my pillow
Holy shit, we did it
89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived
The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us
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