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Previous month wasn't just the end of beginning of new month. It's not just how time flies. But how time upgrades to new stage.
Been lost for a while, I'm missing myself. Filed a missing person's report on myself. No posters, picture on milk cartons, or hashtags. No tee shirts, search parties, or evidence bags.
A slave to one's own mind. Time and time again, I sit there in a continuum of fluster. The strength I could not muster. For I am alone. Here to pick up the pieces to the puzzle on my own.
It’s your fault for staying It’s your fault for talking It’s your fault for breaking my heart, But picking and mending and healing