I stutter out what I want from you, my anger causes me to shake, I’ve never been this rowdy before, my confidence piques - before I know it, I’ll inadvertently break. What is it about you and this situation that causes me to uncontrollably squirm? I can only tell you partial truths of the circumstance, I cannot allow you to wholly learn. For the truth is more than simplicity, more than duplicity, more than duality, more than contextualisation. To put it simply, I must breathe out every single speckle of you because I cannot have the world learn that you’ve taken over me, truth be told, no more, never, not again, the chance of this happening again? None. The sound of a lonesome wren. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Mike Marrah on Unsplash
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