When we first met, I was a begger girl and you a king. The next time, a thousand lifetimes later, I was a sad girl and you were a confident man. All the same, i was afraid to know you and you were afraid to let me go.
It first begins as a movement of the soul, mind and eventually spirit. Only after long, drawn out deliberation and confrontation does the once internal, now public, resistance have a chance of minimal survival. With acceptance comes disgust and with disgust comes immediate need for redemption, thus the revolution has begun.
The seeking is bitter alienation. It is humiliating, isolating and awkwardly uncomfortable, yet worth every bloody second.
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