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I am not what I never wanted to be, Some seasons back. I don’t invite those who aren’t in vibe, Now I make my cup of tea, Whether I boil the milk or water first. I quench my thirst with mock or cocktails. You aren’t invited yet free to cook spicy or sugary tales. On a busy day I can laze around. And run a mile on a free day. I rank myself randomly everyday. I close the windows to the unwanted voices. Still learning to shut the doors to the vices.