Dear journal

How could I start it this way.

On a train ride from here to elsewhere; to where I am unsure.

To where I am certain.

When should I call you you?

I don’t want to write this, I want to tell it.

I know you can’t see what it’s worth.

If you called me, I’d know.

Please answer.

Even if



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