our paths were weaved together with such intention; yet, the twists and turns feels familiar. i trace down the line and find the crooked sections, a reminder that not all wounds heal with time. and i find myself repeating this routine, knowing this can only end in double knots and frayed edges.

how many times must i untie this tangled mess?

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