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TO CUT THE LONG STORY SHORT
23:00
05 MAY 2022
FRIDAY
“A LONG STORY SHORT”
It’s terrifying how some people would wake up and decide to mock other people and ambush, only just to turn around and act a neglected victim in front of eyes that were never there. I mean it is very easy to trick people and trust me people here in life do that a lot but it says something very heavy of your character.
This day has been the day where I have paved my way through the memory lane, down to people I used to think would never use me or turn up against me to not talking to them anymore and turn up strangers to elaborate.
Went to the park where I used to turn a blind eye into what people used to warn me, about them. Set to a close by chair and thinking how I used to say they were my ride or die and would do anything to save what was beautiful between me and them.
As comfortable as I was, leaning to the second chair of the bench, with thoughts stealing my mind about how I used to think they complete my being and treated them as the most special thing I had.
I couldn’t stay there because how does one become happy on the playground with no one but hearsay of things they are rubbed of, smuggled within hearts of people who wouldn’t want to hear the side of your story.
But today was indeed, to cut the long story short a day to cut the long story very short.
05 MAY 2022
FRIDAY
“A LONG STORY SHORT”
It’s terrifying how some people would wake up and decide to mock other people and ambush, only just to turn around and act a neglected victim in front of eyes that were never there. I mean it is very easy to trick people and trust me people here in life do that a lot but it says something very heavy of your character.
This day has been the day where I have paved my way through the memory lane, down to people I used to think would never use me or turn up against me to not talking to them anymore and turn up strangers to elaborate.
Went to the park where I used to turn a blind eye into what people used to warn me, about them. Set to a close by chair and thinking how I used to say they were my ride or die and would do anything to save what was beautiful between me and them.
As comfortable as I was, leaning to the second chair of the bench, with thoughts stealing my mind about how I used to think they complete my being and treated them as the most special thing I had.
I couldn’t stay there because how does one become happy on the playground with no one but hearsay of things they are rubbed of, smuggled within hearts of people who wouldn’t want to hear the side of your story.
But today was indeed, to cut the long story short a day to cut the long story very short.
