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"I got to the stop light. Then I made four rights. Now I'm back where I started and your back on my life. The further I go the closer I get back to you." -Circle: Marques Houston.



Lately it seems like no matter what direction I end up going in I always end up back where I started. It doesn't matter what attitude I approach the given situation with. Its like I cant help but to drift back to where I began. So many that I let go along with the situations I was in keep rolling back on in. I feel like I haven't learned whatever I was suppose to learn so until I do, my life will be a mary-go-round with no end in site. I'm doing the same things with the same people in a new situation. Ive been thinking about what to say to if I found myself going back. What to do when I saw you on the way down. But when you free falling you don't stop for familiar faces and misplaced situations. No matter how many times you start over you always pick up where you left off. I'm glad our situation ended on a good note. But where do we go from here. My universal solution for any given situation is causing a problem. I'm letting you go and holding on at the same time. I know I cant do both. We got history. So much happen so quick. I just want to know what the end result is. I think you are here for a good reason. I let you go for being human and making a mistake. I don't want to go there again. I wasn't you here but not to close. Far away but one call away. Complicated but simple. This could be amazing beyond my imagination. I'm just not ready for the conversation to come. Yeah I know you waiting on me. But the green button on my phone is out of service. And my fingers got fired. Lets work it out verbally with no sounds. Don't tell me just show. Ill take a rain check on reality if we act like none of "us" ever happened.

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