xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

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tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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the milestone.

the moment,

when you realize nobody understands,

is the first sign of being a

grown-up,

and that the best part of your childhood has just died.

i didn't hit this milestone today.

it hit me.

and it hurts.

a widening crack.

this is what it means.

this is me losing a little bit of joy.

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