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It all comes back in circles from here. Even the things we did not say. Even the words I dared myself to write.
Or right.
But it's all wrong and all not taken.
Because, I'm sitting here now- months after the facts.
weeks after the feelings.
Days,
moments-
seems like yesterday.
when it was long before this calender month.
And I'm eating the words I never said.
They taste like cardboard, cut up-
tiny,
to get it all down.

But, that's how it goes.
In circles.
From here.
From Now on.

Because we at least have to pay the minimum payment.
And this is my due.
Interest free.
This is my blog.

Read it.
Because in the missing pages of this blog.
Is the hardest cardboard to digest.