Chapter 17: 10:11 on a sunday evening

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tonight i know that i will be content

maybe not tomorrow or tuesday or wednesday

but in this moment i'm having a taste of hope

a taste of spring flowers

and a future lover to lay next to when i wake

a feel of what affection and love would really feel like

the embrace of someone who loves me as much as i love them

the embrace of contentment

to help me sleep through my nights again