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It's been awhile since I picked up my pen to write in words. Turns out, I'm used to typing it out. But for you, it's more than just words.

It's pure, fresh, raw, undiluted...add whatever synonym. Something I came up with at 6:00am
I doubt you'll find anything truer than this.

But then again, the world takes delight in playing tricks. So, it's probably not real. I'm certain if it's not me, then it's her.
The her meant for you heart _😅 sappy, I know.
That muse designed for you _could be your him though, wouldn't that be interesting? That one girl, right for you.

It's steady, my words _sturdy.
I hope when you read this
You don't realize it's you
Makes it convenient.

Years ago, I felt like this
but once
T'was the first time
My first time getting hit so hard.
Still can't say what hit me, though.
But with you_ I know.
It took six, maybe seven...dare I say, eight
To get back on my feet.
I was drenched my from scalp to heels
from a fall into a ditch.
Under the heavy pours, deep in Rum(u).
Literally, _but that's for another day
It's nice to look back at memories now.
Though with a promise 
never to let down my guard.

After years of success,
Redefining myself and goals
Becoming untouchable _nonchalant
I got hit again the second time ever
By a bit of my past.


She let out a humorless laugh.

“Can you relate to that moment? 

Such moment when all rational thought twerks away into a deep mass of nerves controlling reasoned decisions till you get lost in your illusion that's nothing but a pipe dream. 

Then, when you finally realize the truth, it's too late to stand _well, you'll find your footing, sure. 

Hopefully before experiencing being hit in a gbas gbos motion with every fibre of your being sore and wrecked. 

With you feeling and living like you've just been run over by a moving vehicle _preferably a truck. 

Then you become a trainwreck with a soul like ash. Leaving you needing therapy to keep your sanity, with days and nights of drenched pillows too.”

“If you can,” She smiled, sadly. Her face devoid of any emotion. “Good, you understand.”

She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. When she reopened them, they looked like glaciers. 

“You can't relate?” She scoffed. “Well then, congratulations. Be grateful. Atleast you get to keep your sanity.

Where was I?
Oh yes!
I got hit again by a bit of my past.

“It's how I didn't realize how I walked through the same path as seven years ago until I got broken all over again.”

A state of bliss...
Add a twinge of nonchalance to the mix

Cheers,
there's your minx.




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