Dissatisfaction from all these that detract --
I can't believe you when you say things with such a matter of fact.
Such conviction in your masochistic Machiavellian roads to no where.
Torturous interactions. Your reactions to inaction. No solace in your traction of infractions. NO TRACKS.
Rerouting from one urban jungle and another urban jungle to a rainforest. The rain that falls from the fear in your eyes, let them fall where they may; no one will see through the already dark and damp, and already drowning.
An assortment and amalgamation of misguided decisions, but these malformations aren't all mine! -- RELEASE!
CONTRITION!
Tossing tokens of remembrance into the fountain. My own requiem.
I'll no longer stand silent in the silo you think is a personal colloquium.
Own my mistakes from ignored misgivings, from the personal learned experiences, I'll...
Now what?
About the Creator
Talya
A cross between a Xennial and Zennial but never a millennial. Lover of the oxford comma and ellipsis.
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