My dream sacrificed.
Stuck in a choice I made in the name of cheap and tawdry.
I killed my vision for a lux reality because I kept running after a dream of me with you plus two and a feisty dog.
I was willing to find the grit to be your brand of normal; willing to reject myself and diminish my volume in order to make you shine, which you did.
now I'm stuck in a feedback loop of the woman I once knew intimately, now buried under the weight of your cheap chaos.
Ain’t that some sauce?
I created the current reality with my married boss.
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Bravely Worded💟
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