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you want it? take it you bought it you break it repair its despair and then ask it to make you stronger how much longer are you planning to wait? leave it to fate? you hesitate but you’re breathing heavy I’m disheveled since you leveled me and left me burning what good is learning if the class is rigged to make you the moral? you’re not the moral I’m the moral I’m the soul without my fuel you’re just an asshole with a solid plan and you’re a Man but that’s not really helping your cause did I give you pause when I asked your permission to feminize this? this rant this song this part’s too long but you’re in it now and I’m not giving in until you give it back I said give it back you don’t know what it’s worth or what it’s worthy of more than love more than greed or need or ache or fire I’m a live wire in your dead air my spark is your short circuit I’m rubber you’re glue but the kind you can undo easily it’s too easy for you you almost believe I’m the devil I’m almost convinced you’re a god we’re wrong you’re missing the point? then let’s share it is that overtly overdramatic? let’s turn up the static the charge the heat the pulse the beat the truth my sweet is that inside out and backwards we're the same damn thing
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Welcome to the party, people.
Whether you’re a Stock Fiction virtuoso or a first time go-rounder, I’m happy you’re here, and I hope you enjoyed today’s word rhythm excursion.
On a personal note, I am XLIV years old today.
Emotions are high/mixed with regard to this inescapable milestone.
Side A of my life album just wrapped with “Yesterday,” while Side B promises an insidious medley of “Could’ve Been,” “End of the Road,” and “She Used to be Mine.”
That’s assuming I’m at the halfway mark and not considerably farther along.
Signature cynicism aside, the starry-eyed dreamer in me remains stubbornly spry. I have as much reason as the next “old girl” to believe…
this will be my year.
I haven’t had a legit party on my birthday since my 30th, so if you guys want to start one in the comments, be my guests!
Just keep the music down so the neighbors don’t complain. 🥂
Your lady of perpetual maturity,
P.S. If you have a song suggestion for Side B of my life album, let me know! I’m pulling pretty hard on the nostalgia strings with this line-up.
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!