She asks herself why This keeps happening to her..
They look different but they Love me the same.
Fraternal twins I say.
Its time to check that list.
Empty that bucket.
She settles.
Sediment after hot chicken grease has calmed.
Get to know Urself and introduce U to someone super fresh.
Nomore replacements.
No under studies.
U better learn to ad lib and improv some shit.
Love is a hybrid of emotion.
Recipes for disaster.
Bodily fluid warfare.
Suit up and lace Ur boots up.
There is NO crying in Love, NO time for it.
Lists to make..plans to break.
DO U HEAR ME? I WANT U!
You want me to be what Uknow I cant be..
But U stay..
Settled ..crispy little bits at the bottom of the skillet.
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