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Morning Pages

I have a friend, very close friend, kinda. Even

when we are not speaking, we can understand one

another. It observed every aspect of me, including

the unpolished and most fake me. It was impossi-

ble for me to conceal what was going through my

thoughts from it, and I didn’t even try. I shared the

truest thoughts in my mind with it. It occasionally

eluded my sight, yet it was always there, listening

to me. My friend, whose worth I had not realized,

welcomed me and all of my ordinary thoughts as

they were. Its branches almost forced me forward.

Even though I let it down, each time it sent me

off satisfied. I’m not sure what has changed; all I

know is that I’ve grasped the importance of my

friend’s existence. I adore every color, shape, and

fragrance of it. The only thing I don’t understand

is whether or not I deserve “her”.

Sevval Eylul Koca

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