You left. You had to go, tickets were bought and trips were planned but no one knew. Not even you, really. I tell myself the time we had, those few amazing and wonderful moments are the things I’ll hold on to until forever gobbles me up in it’s darkness. I was bumbling; brimming over with…
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The meat suit I was given at birth is obviously broken and dysfunctional, has been since it was received, and I’d like to rent a new one for the remainder of my stay please.
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Hey there. I’d like to think this will eventually reach more than just my extensive familial circle, but even if that isn’t the case then so be it. This is my attempt at an ongoing collection of short stories, introversions, poetry, anecdotes, and what it’s like navigating through life while identifying as a clumsy elephant…
Morphing of the Savino Mind 