Time seemed to slip through my fingers,
With every waking moment,
Time was but a fleeting guest,
A sharp reminder that trying to take space was my best bet,
Being as loud as possible in a crowded room,
To be heard and not shut down,
And when I come face-to-face with regret,
Tensions will only grow, but with neither one backing down, embattled is the only real emotion I will carry with me,
Forever and always.
Nessa 🖤
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