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Fifty-Word Challenge: The Process of Leaving

I have to leave her. I know that. At times I think she’s perfect, but perhaps that’s merely me projecting my desire onto her blank canvas. Maybe it’s because I can’t help myself. She is oblivious to my turmoil, lost in her acceptance of the man I want to be.

Sam

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