More things. Mornings.

Things she needs.

Things she needs to understand.
Things she needs to talk about.
Things she needs to hide.
Things she needs to show.
Things she needs to forget.
Things she needs to forgive.
Things she needs to start.
Things she needs to know.
Things she needs to finish.
Things she needs to write.
Things she needs to read.
Things she needs to give up on.
Things she needs to trust in.
Things she needs to name.
Things she needs to decide.
Things she needs to need.
Things she needs to try.
Things she needs to face.
Things she needs to turn her back on.
Things she needs to realize.
Things she needs to deal with.
Things she needs to admit.
Things she needs to thank for.
Things she needs to ignore.
Things she needs to learn.
Things she needs to accept.
Things she needs to say out loud.
Things she needs to do.
Things she needs to free herself from.
Things she needs to feel.
Things she needs to have.
Things she needs to stop doing.
Things she needs to see.
Things she needs to wait for.
Things she needs to remember.
Things she needs to focus on.
Things she needs to fear.
Things she needs to think about.

Things she needs to dream about.
Things she dreams about.

Things she needs to be.
Things she is.

Things she doesn't need. Most things.

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Things. Things. Things. It's always about something. Never about nothing.

What's the matter? Nothing. It's never nothing.

There's always some-thing.

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There is that. And then, all she wants. And then, there is nothing.