Stressing out and a Prose Poem

Two things: #1. Sometimes I wonder if I wrote every day, would I be so tightly wound up? Would I be a control freak? #2. I’m sitting in my room, on the floor, eating a brownie with my fingers out of a bowl, with the lights off. It’s twilight. I open my curtains, pull back …

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