Confessions of a Risin’ Star Time by Snoh Aalegra

Above Pic: 1 who did not get, away…

Journal/Truth Entry 2

Constantly tellin’ myself, I won’t stop…

Such could be massively damaging and dangerous amid a myriad of ways. It’s as if I can innately feel beforehand the fluid infinitely, that the demons’ fires emit. It’s so much so, that women who I figured were untouchable and elusive, are somehow suckled into my submission. I find it jus merely, interesting, as there is much more, on my mind, now. There’s bills, deadlines, quotas, stanzas, rhythms, and riffs expected of me, and it’s as if, it’s better that I remain fixated on such, than them. They like me for that, even more so… 

I was somewhat more in control of me, this time around. Jus one. She was one who resisted, for quite awhile, but I was so engulfed in what’s not there, that I did n’t care. Perhaps that’s why she allowed me to enter. I took it up a notch, and emphatically maneuvered, what was momentarily mine…

 

 

 

 

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