Forget.

Maybe it is your season to forget.

So that when the season for love to come again, comes around,

You can trust that it will open your book and read to you all the brave ways you have overcome mountains by yourself.

Because love will not ask you to credit them, they will ask you to credit you.

Words are short these days. And days are fast. But yet slow. Shorter pieces will be on my writing IG @notesfromnakita.

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