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

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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the morning after

my voice still feels detached and foreign to me.

a disconnected sound from what's inside.

but its okay,

because this morning i am less tired.

and that is something to be thankful for.

this morning i woke up to wash my abandoned dishes,

this morning i ate my first breakfast in 4 days.

this morning, the food doesn't feel strange going down my throat.

this morning, my laugh seems bitter, but at least it is there.

this morning i am trying my best again.

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