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Nov 2018
“Simple?”
“Me?”
“Simple?”
Life scoffed.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?”

“Of all the things to call me,
You call me simple?”
She shook her head in disbelief, and said,
“I’m hard,  
I’m easy,
I’m lovable but man!
Can I be hated too!”

She turned her eyes on me and continued,

“I put mistakes in your way to see if you grow,
Knowing you may sink and that might very well be the end of the show.”
I feed you dreams, and wishes
And have you chasing them,
Fully aware that not every dream, not every wish, is attainable.
I’ll have you running circles just to prove your head is ******* on straight,
And God knows, that runs the risk of driving you insane.
You may give me everything, yet still, I'll ask for more
Just to put you to the test, see if you're up to the task.
“I do all this and so much more yet still
you call me simple.”

“Darling,
If I didn’t know any better…,
I would think you nothing but a fool.”
She was absolutely aghast at my audacity.
Written by
Emmanuella  25/F/Winnipeg, Canada
(25/F/Winnipeg, Canada)   
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