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Jan 2017
Let’s talk about the 1 too many times you’ve allowed yourself to settle…because you’re always comparing yourself to somebody,
doing math equations in your head,  where you never add up…
to the plate and you always hungry for something.
Or the 2 people constantly on your mind…
you and the person you wish you could become…
But never do because when you’re custom made , not everyone can fit into your life…and in all honesty you would rather suit to everyone’s liking…right?…
you always gotta act “right” so you’re not left…
Or the 3am thoughts about those three words you’ve forbidden yourself to say and  that you try to drown out with loud music and “meaningful” conversation with strangers that don’t really mean all that much to you once you see them for what they really are…a way to pass the time…except time is an illusion that you can never escape until you see it for what it is…a puppet…with the strings in your hand to manipulate…
Or even the years you spent waiting 4 “the one”
Hoping that they could bring happiness into your life and help you do the whole life thing…help you understand it a little better.
Except life is a ***** and you married it.
Then you wake up every morning for the the rest of your life..
5 minutes before your alarm with a pain in your chest…
And you would sigh heavily at the realisation that you were just dreaming …
And think to yourself….is this all there is to life?
****.
THIS IS IT.
Lisa Lesetedi
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Lisa Lesetedi  19/F/Botswana
(19/F/Botswana)   
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