Lucky

I was lucky, still am lucky. I don’t want to look back, like am looking back now, regretting why I didn’t leave.
Why I didn’t accept myself
Why I didn’t love myself a little more
Why I never considered myself lucky
What am I running from really
What am I scared about really
Is it the little girl crying missing her daddy
Wondering how a conversation will be like
How my mindset will be, would I have been more content
Maybe I would learn to be more at the moment instead of snapping in and out
Stroy telling is easier because now I feel I can connect to you somehow
I know your personality will shine through me someday I just don’t know how, because I never even got to meet you to know your personality.
I was lucky, still am lucky. I don’t want to look back, like am looking back now, regretting why I didn’t leave.

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