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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.


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