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"𝐀 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧. '𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝; 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭.' 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝; 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, '𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝.' 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝."
-𝐏.𝐒.
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May Writings: Naïve and Barley Writing
PoesíaMonth of May there was little to no writing done, the weight of the world was brought down upon my shoulders, consequences were dealt.
