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May 9, 2023

I keep voicemails.

I keep letters and notes and cards to read over to ground myself,

I keep pictures to remember how chaotic and beautiful it’s been.

I have ticket stubs and wristbands and memories of every little thing that was never a “little” thing.

I replay songs,

Hours and days on loop until I’m sure the lyrics and melodies are branded in my soul as they are in my mind.

I listen to voicemails.

When all that’s left is what I’ve saved I’ll have a million memories in those things that were never little to me.

I didn’t get to save all the videos and voicemails, but the ones that I have to bring me back I’ll always replay.

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