I've never really written about it. Never fully given it recognition. I have always put it second, thought it was silly. I've packed it behind a dictionary filled with new vocabulary. I've disguised it behind a new red dress and black heels in the back of my closet.
I've almost let it sit there, watching from left to right so truly confused.
It's never had a home. No address, no destination, no foundation. No place to heal, no distinguished way to begin, no possible way to say goodbye.
I've never really written about it.
maybe it's time.
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