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i.
There is no particular reason why I have decided to pack away the little threads of me you have unraveled countless times. No particular reason I have tied them in knots and plaited them into braids except maybe that there was little bit of me left every time you left and I am suddenly sure that whatever bit of me is left is enough.

ii.
I met a boy. He has decided it is his mission to make me sleep with painful cheeks from the blushing I do every time he calls me beautiful. I cannot stop to think how at this age every body has loved passionately already and if he thinks of his first love as often as I think of you.

iii.
why does everyone keep expecting me to crumble at the thought of you? You are no particular place in my mind today. Or yesterday. You are so far. so long gone I do not remember your smell, or the feel of your hands. Only that at one point you were the beginning. I am now sure this is the ending.

iv.
I do not know where I began. Only that the dirty muck I had been swimming in peeled off my skin and scales fell off my eyes and I woke up a Goddess. Covered in glittery gold and a spicy red crown. And that for some reason has made me content. I am enough

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