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  • Writer's pictureResilient Chameleon

8 new Loves

Eight.

The amount of joy that was birthed from the hate after I had to let you go.


Seven.

The bittersweet taste of heaven when I said

This is the end of our show.


Six.

The end of your lies and tricks.

The start of recording my next mix.


Five.

Deep full breaths.

I'm alive.

I am here. I am here. I am here.


Four.

I've learned to love them.

The lonely hours I simply can't ignore.


Three.

The truth is

My own best friend is me.


Two.

Is too much.

Except sometimes when our lips touch.


One.

Of me.

Flying high.

Being free.




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