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Windows.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • 13 hours ago
  • 1 min read

Some people miss their windows.


They miss their chances.


They are stuck with their choices, and subsequently realities.


They see a good thing, and don't act, but wait.


Well if you see something you want and don't act?


It will be sold, to another bidder, one whom wanted it more.


We are not dolls on shelves, we are women with lives.


Your swan song can be just that, your pathetic begs.


I am not here to hear your sob story, but for you to prove to me you want to hear mine.


You didn't make a move when you should have, you now think you're slick, and you arent.


Therefore good luck.


I was never a backup plan, and will never be a last resort.


If I am not your first option?


I'm not an option at all.


Good bye.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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