That’s what I don’t like about my mind.
Certain things seem to play on repeat like a record.
You could tell me goodbye and it wouldn’t go through until the year after.
Denial sinks in faster than the speed of light, just when you least want it to affect you.
Let’s hope it doesn’t last forever. But again, all things emotive have an expiration date (I hope).
I’m making a second post for one reason: Mom.
A poem for mine…
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