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Cursed

No matter how I distract myself

No matter how many drinks I have

No matter how many times I workout

No matter how many faces I punch and legs I kick

No matter how many lectures I listen too

No matter how many women I date

No matter how much weed I smoke

No matter how many poems I write

No matter how many dogs I adopt

No matter how many mushrooms I eat

No matter how many job’s I have

No matter how many shitty T.V shows I watch

No matter how many jogs I go on

No matter how many podcast I listen too

No matter how many pointless conversations I start

No matter how much philosophy I devour

No matter how many seconds,

hours,

days,

months,

and years pass by,

it always comes back to her,

the one I want to forget.

but,

I can’t forget.

It’s always a steady stream of reminders of her.

None of it matters,

only she matters.


You’ve cursed me you damn witch.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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