Krystal Rodrigues

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There is a thrilling kind of freedom in this. I shed pieces of myself as I walk, bits I leave behind me, scattered like breadcrumbs. But no one is following my trail, no one tries to find me. These are parts of myself I can feel, even in this moment, are lost forever. I know this feeling, I’ve felt it before.
The Island of Forgetting
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