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Tracy Emin, 1996

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These days I don’t really have the words for - - anything -

Tomorrow will be the last day in Duluth, and I feel like I haven’t really been able to relax the way I wanted to - days fall into one another - collapsing and moving ever so slowly I love being in bed and listening to this train’s horn and engine as it pushes forward on the tracks - hearing the roar of every bump and jiggle of loose screw it reminds me of the home I grew up in my childhood. What was I thinking in bed at that time? the only memory I can recall of myself in bed around this time at that age was crying to Delilah (host from KS95) talking about death. i remember crying that whole night worrying about not being able the chance to live I never imagined my life would be where it’s at right now. death isn’t so scary anymore

________________________________________________________ I can’t tell if i’m doing this to myself? these days expressing myself seems to hurt me maybe it always did I feel myself drifting - - - - - - and see people fading - - -

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3:14 am

I wish I was on that train

3/11/20