#adunni

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Truth is, I'm always quiet because I'm keeping secrets from myself.

Confession

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Prompts

Send me prompts via anons. Anything that means everything to you.

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Love has a way of showing up uninvited... Sorry the house is a mess, but can I get you something to drink?

Knock knock

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The thing about being second is that you start thinking, “atleast I’m not 3rd…” “atleast I placed anyway…” & that’s where you end up staying in a situation that gives you less than you give… less than you deserve… Maybe wanting to be special for once is selfish… But so is giving someone your all & having them not return atleast half of it… No one deserves to be second, not even for a second, no one deserves to be second guessing or experiencing secondhand love… especially to someone they put first… No one talks about how they’d rather a consolation prize or participation medal instead… How 2nd place sounds like “in absence of” & when is 1st place ever not there? How sometimes you think you are 2nd when you aren’t even an option… how they are still the only person you’d choose… how 2nd place is a sugar-coated “you lose”… Isn’t it funny how the back-up plan has your back more… because I mean… why do they even need a back-up plan anyway? But in all the discussions of second place, we forget to talk about entering the race knowing we won’t win but still expecting to anyway…

Atleast you tried

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One time, you looked at me in the most confused way... I didn't ask "What?"... for fear that you might actually say what you were thinking... I didn't tell you I felt like I was giving birth to a feeling unheard of but I know you saw... Oh God you saw... & you stayed...

Thank you for that

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I thought about how one year you loved me & one year you did not... I thought about how rage is ugly & how that ugly rage is mine anyway... I thought about how you never attempted to hold me when I held myself in contempt... How filthy beneath my fingernails were from picking at my flaws so often... How you never offered to clean them, just complained... Still I caution you as I was never cautioned... What I had for you was separate yet a part... & not to be mentioned in place of things resembling its entirety... What I do not know about you scares me more than the things I know about strangers... What I do not know about you scares me more than the things I know about you... You were born into a light that any love I give can never supersede... How empty I felt when you let darkness take its place...

"My ex never returned the love I gave"

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Forget what they told you about getting to know someone... We enter each other's lives in isolation- the way a shore knows a wave but not the entire ocean & judges it by its crash... How wild that must be to throw a pebble & regard the sea by the frailty of its ripple... I sometimes apologize for that... Every vessel in me is bursting at the seams... I do not know how to react in dire straits for I have never lived an unmoored life before... Atonement for sin sometimes makes you hate the skin you're in... Sometimes makes you hate... Sometimes makes you...

Susceptible

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When I ask what are we, you say sinners... Some friend you must be... But I never wanted you to help me kill who I became... I just wanted you to help me move the body... I toss it in your basement & you don't complain, just get used to the smell... I cannot ever visit your home again & that's why... A stench of the nothingness I once allowed myself to be... That you are comfortable breathing in & exhaling at the worst times... Then I am wrong for being blown away by your temerity...

Corpse