Late Night Thoughts
I am what I am.
I am a loner who can go for minutes without missing anyone,
or only seconds already wanting to feel loved.
I am the lone child. One and only.
Oldest and youngest.
Worst and Best.
I am all these polarities.
Few inbetweens.
I am loud and rudely blunt.
An unbreakable shell.
Only compliments to give.
Coffee emerses my veins, sleep deprivation takes over my mind.
I am unforgiving whilst also being too forgiving. Unable to move on.
I don’t want to be let go of. I am determined to finish things ‘til the end.
I am not phased by challenges.
I thrive off of accomplishing my goals.
I am the wrecking ball of obstacles placed before me--unable to be held back.
I am centuries of work in the making.
Infinite moments placed before me were required to get to where I am today.
I am content.
My existence is dynamic.
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