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Can I have a minute

to talk about things, that don't always make sense.
So wishful thinking and romanticising the past. 

To remembering the way my life was and where it is 
and the track im on right now.

Can I have a minute to catch my breath and hold my finger up
One damn minute to think for myself without judgement and drummed impatient fingers

Can I have a minute to talk about what happened to me and to you and to us
and instead of unpacking shit and trying to see from your view point that you look at mine

Can we please stop for one fucking moment and rememebr that under all of this
We are people with feelings, who feel hard-done by, kicked to the curb, left-out, unloved and lonely

And lashing it out to those you make yourself vulnerable to only makes it hurt THAT much more

So can I ahve one minute to remember the good in people, the world, my family
without someone trying to ruin this optimist with realities which have no place in my life.

So I will take that minute and walk away because I am worth more than what you're prepared to give me.

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sham said…
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Azra said…
Here, you can have a moment, on me. Actually, why not have two before you eff off and leave me stranded here. (Oh sorry, I'm making this all about me ne). *sigh*
Aasia said…
aww Azra, I MUST see you before I leave :) And you're welcome to make it about you anyday *hugs*

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