Only Girl in the World

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Lately sleep is sleep but ain’t, dreams aren’t dreams but queens, unqualified to mollify my Maker. I shelve repentance ’til later, as if I don’t procrastinate my fate on the daily. When the duality in individuality isn’t its dominant trait, I may return to the root cause, parts of myself I’ve forgotten how to appreciate. I tailored love to survival but it’s lost its allure. Besides,

the only girl in the world took that with her.

So I looked for reincarnation, a romance more pure. Rest assured, I haven’t

found it yet, but rebirth is

a process.

I had to learn to be honest about dying first.

I had to split down the middle, learn how to volley between mania and melancholy, each usurping balance with sprawling narratives

and not face triple threat.

Lately sanity is a children’s tale, ones our parents failed to contest as fiction, and this midnight…

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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