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Escape by Ie’shia McDonald. Fate. I was almost back to better days, but that calm had to scatter. Because a tie will never have room for first or second, Slowly and steady. Just know that my eyes move slowly as I plaster my fate In a 3-line email. I sing love poems to myself all night
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Escape by Ie’shia McDonald Fate. I was almost back to better days, but that calm had to scatter.
Because a tie will never have room for first or second, Slowly and steady. Just know that my eyes move slowly as I plaster my fate In a 3-line email.
I sing love poems to myself all night because I’m afraid for someone to discover my work.
I dream of ideas of love, scenario it through and through, but it never worked for me.
I’m trying to figure out the woman I’m supposed to be. Whether I should hold onto a dream or wipe my hands clean.
Surely some good will come of this, I remind myself. So I fold my hands behind my back, and I finally know what it is like to trust. My body is still tired. I feel like I have broken bones in my feet
Just a way to get rid of the two when in reality all you want is to be the one and alone
How did we get here? To silence, to lonely music and dry pens.
How did we get to goodbye it wasn’t here last weekend.
I know that if I conjugate my verbs correctly this shouldn’t matter in time.
And the feeling will go away and slowly fade