Pattern
Sunday, February 14, 2016
She had found herself falling into the same pattern.
Not knowing that the contentment would then cause confusion.
Clouded confusion.
Clouded vision.
Blurry paths.
She found herself smirking as she had before.
Feeling more and more like the woman that she knew she would soon become.
Not knowing if this woman was the person that she really wanted to become.
The pridefulness that soon followed, the smirk that wouldn't leave her face, the look that continued to mirror back into her life.
"this is not what I'm supposed to feel like"
"all of it, it's not real, it's empty"
"every. single. one."
And she would quickly learn, as she had before, about every. single. one.
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