The piece reads like you're trying to negotiate with something you can't actually negotiate with. That's the realness of it.
Young enough to make mistakes.
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I wanted to have everything I longed for. I think I even felt God through these dreams. I'd like to ask Him: hey, hey, can you hear me? Can I still have everything I long for, even the one I love? Sometimes the afternoons are hot. It would be ironic to say that my life is as fragile as rosemary and as fragrant as vanilla. I think I am nothing without the person I love. We were young, in medical school. Hey, hey? Can you still hear me? We can go back to studying anatomy together and s
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The piece reads like you're trying to negotiate with something you can't actually negotiate with. That's the realness of it.
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I wanted to have everything I longed for. I think I even felt God through these dreams. I'd like to ask Him: hey, hey, can you hear me? Can I still have everything I long for, even the one I love?
Sometimes the afternoons are hot. It would be ironic to say that my life is as fragile as rosemary and as fragrant as vanilla. I think I am nothing without the person I love.
We were young, in medical school. Hey, hey? Can you still hear me? We can go back to studying anatomy together and spend sleepless nights enjoying the best of the stars.
I feel that, even dreaming, I am nothing without you. I could try, but I feel hopeless. You were here every time. You'd come in through my window, grab me like a voracious crocodile. I liked the feeling.
Say I'm yours, and I'll say I'll love you forever.
We always swim in a deep lake. Every time you came towards me, all imposing like a hunting crocodile. He clung to me like a voracious crocodile. I liked the feeling.
Say I'm yours, and I'll say I'll love you forever. You're in another world, doing who knows what, but I'm still waiting for you.
Say I'm yours, and I'll say I'll love you forever.
Young enough to make mistakes.
Judson Kaique 07-27-2026
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When you wrote this, did it help at all, or just open things up more?
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I lean toward reading this as less about the other person and more about what you needed from them.
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fragile as rosemary, fragrant as vanilla... the hopelessness after hits 💔
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The piece reads like you're trying to negotiate with something you can't actually negotiate with. That's the realness of it.
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Do you feel differently about medical school now, or does it all get tangled up together?
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That repetition gets under your skin. 'Say I'm yours' over and over like a prayer.
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I felt this. The medical school part especially, places hold people.
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The crocodile imagery for the person you're writing about, was that intentional or did it just come out that way?
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