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She rambled incessantly about her ex in our first meeting. She “ghosted” me for entire week to then text, ” I reconnected with a crush from high school.” Two wks later, a text to meet for happy hour; not so happy as she cried about the reconnection- no connection. She invited me to meet her and roomie out dancing to ignore and mock me. Fast forward two wks, she liked how I fucked and I was “in”. I left town and she met a friend. The first of two sides appear. I am right 9.9999999 of 10x – wtf. Follow instinct.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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