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𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

Poetry: Memory

You don't have to hold onto the pain

To hold on to the memory

I really liked Chris, I could feel myself catching feelings for the man. It would only end the same I'm afraid. As I wrote my poetry, I watched a tear drop from my face and onto the page. While, wiping my face I got up to stand in front of my mirror.

"Meow" White-boy left the bed to brush against my ankle. His touch reminded me that I somewhat wasn't alone, he's been there since Markell. I glanced at him by my feet and gave him a smiling grin before looking back at my reflection.

 I glanced at him by my feet and gave him a smiling grin before looking back at my reflection

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The face looking back at me, was the same face that Markell and Lucky saw last. I couldn't hold back my tears staring at my reflection. It was I who they saw before they took their final breaths. I hated it, what did Chris see in me that was worth dying for? It's not worth it, I feared I was cursed, was it something my mother did before me?

 I hated it, what did Chris see in me that was worth dying for? It's not worth it, I feared I was cursed, was it something my mother did before me?

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I told myself, I had to stop it before Chris and I went too deep. Before he'd end up the same as the rest. Was I hexed, or just bad luck? The reality of it all was too much to bear.

Tears emerged from my eyes and I began to weep. It was uncontrollable, the pain was deep within me. By being lonely, I was doing Chris and any other man that wanted me a favor.

"Justice" Iesha yelled from outside of my closed bedroom door. I jumped looking towards the wooden door. "I'm going out tonight, do you want to tag along with me? I'm going to a different club, it's a little bit farther out north but I heard the dj makes it worth the travel" she sounded so full of enthusiasm. I'd hate to kill her mood with my own.

I wiped my face to the best of my abilities hiding the evidence of my sorrows. With White-boy following at my feet, I didn't want to open the door and let her see my sad face. So I talked to her with the door closed.

"Thanks Iesha but I'm gonna stay in tonight"

"J" she whined sucking her teeth in disappointment. Only if she knew it'd be more disappointing if I went.

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