Hard feelings

a graffiti ghost

Stuck in the mud of your own brain.

Walking through a deep valley where the name of an old hurt keeps on echoing.

Growing pains. Shrinking pains.

Misconstrued, like the world’s a bad first date presumptuously finishing your sentences with mediocre observations you weren’t about to make.

Profoundly unnecessary.

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