I struggle to connect with my peers. I struggle to hold space and say the right things on a solid interpersonal dimension. But I’ve known deep love, I swear to God. I have laughed and cried in the face of love. I feel like I’m always saying this. I’m always reminding my reader of the ways that I’m still a human, the ways that I’m more finite and breakable than the waterfalls of robot aphorisms I put out. I’d like for that to be all of me. But unfortunately I have four walls. I have done some pretty ugly things.
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