Vanessa
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How much of this has just been me? Maybe I deluded myself, what if I am not what you need? Not willing enough to concede, or my mind isn't quite enough freed. There's some tension on the sea, will it uproot the tree?... Was it something that passed by, as if I'd sat in the right lane, as if you went by in the left, with your usual precision and speed? I don't know if I ought to leave it be. There's some spiraling I scribble and read...Step into, willing to bleed; there are wars I would wage, Armageddons I would face, to rid of the curse, of uncertainty.
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