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My life was over.
So why do I feel like it’s
About to begin?
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella2 days ago in Psyche
Comments (4)
Because every ending is a new beginning. The question is, to what?
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is directly from my mind also!!! Beautifully done!!!!!
Great Haiku! Wonderful!
Delusional, I guess? Lol, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Your Haiku was very uplifting and reassuring!