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Nov 2018
Reality don't arrive..
It ain't your third cousin,
Seeking shelter during family gatherings,
It ain't a guest in your fav't TV show reruns,
So you cant expect to tell it to hit the road whenever you need a peace of mind

In fact it ain't a code written in a tech app,
That you can erase whenever you encounter a mishap,
It ain't like Whatsapp texts that you can simply delete,
Before the other party gets a glimpse,

Its a part of you that you can't forsake,
Like a deadly disease you can't afford to neglect,
Its that nagging sibling that's always on yo neck,
Digging deep in yo business then reminds you of your mistakes

From mistaken and unattended emotions
To the often "unfinished" business
Reality bites deep into your flesh to inflict that perfect torment,
That early morning text that you know you'll regret,

But I guess we all get lost in our sophisticated lives,
Forgetting that there are things we simply can't forget about
The little bonds that we choose not to cut off
And in return creates demons that we end up trying to escape from

She gets a kick of memories that barely exists
Choosing to sink deeper into her fantasies
Simultaneously aware of her impending doom
But she can't help herself from wanting to get back in his arms
Ben At93
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Ben At93  Dar es salaam
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