new characters
coming along
walking through me
suddenly
the pages of my book
are filled
with strangers
old lessons
different messengers
repeated patterns
repeated lessons
i’ve seen this before
“it’s different this time”
i tell myself… everytime
one thing is different for sure
and that thing is definitely me
not you
my mind is all over
fireworks
from head to toe
one moment
above the clouds
next… way below
this chapter
shall not be named
blank pages
filled with vain
no title this time
enough stories for now
i shall not have another page
filled with gasps
filled with pain
i’ll end the sentence
before you speak any word
no more strangers
in my world
hussazo 
❤️
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