CHAPTER 54

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I spin the rubix's cube in my hand while I look at my phone again.

U obsess wid di people dem girl child.

Mi nuh obsess wid nobody.

I look at the pool in my backyard then my flash back to our time in the pool.

A memory of her deh almost every weh ina mi day to day life.

Even Ina di drugs world...

Fucking perfect.

I've never paid much attention to the pool but now I find it fascinating but all the fascination is surrounding a 5'3 doctor weh can fuck and suck good..

Great... she is the greats.

It sound funny but it serious.

I watch the sun reflect on the top of the water but it breaks into tiny little pieces under the water on the floor of the pool.

U more than like dis girl at dis point.

I move my eyes back to spin the cube in my hand and watch the colors falls in place, I don't know what it is but whenever I solve a puzzle it gives me some form of high.

I need the high because mi might kill har breada if she continues pan this path. Just because.

Would u actually kill har brother.

Him work fi mi so it depends on the cause. Him know wah him did a sign up fah plus mi fire him already and him beg fi come ba—

Something flash in my mind.

Don't think like dat..

I scoff internally because I don't like this theory because it won't end well.

Anyways.... It's been one week and two days since she block for some stupid reason my brain still can't generate to this day.

A because u did a talk bout u mada and stop.

Plus u keep on an unblock u self so does she really block u.

When I get comfortable or a good memory from my past flash in my mind I get carry away and start talking about my mother or whatever the memory was but I stop talking mid way because I hate being vulnerable but she makes it comfortable without me even noticing.

I'm still don't know how to be transparent about my feelings or about myself on a hold.

Maybe a time fi invest ina one therapist.

I don't want to get too attach to the point where I rely on her but I think it's kinda too late in some aspects so I'm holding on to somethings.

Too late...

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