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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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