Certainly, you reminded them that I was the unstable one, the unhinged woman who should have been perfectly hinged after you coldly withdrew yourself in a blink. You were the victim, as you always have been, I’m simply another woman who wronged you..
Funny, I chose a profession that kept me from sharing my personal voice, being seen, or even noticed at all. I chose a field that for the most part, the external world chiefly recognizes the wins, and not the process behind them. The patterns in our lives run deep.
Words have power on a page, in a melody, accompanied by instruments. More powerful and sharper than when they come out of the mouth. They cut, burn, soothe and caress.
The new pieces will be in their place, and everyone will be distracted by their newness, their shininess. Why is it so difficult to let them go, they're dead anyway.
Failure, like loneliness, are often perceived as unwanted. For me, the stuff that you're either not able to see until you fail - reveals itself.
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