the worst part is i knew all along.
i knew what would happen to me after i left.
the feeling started in my wrists.
it gradually made it to my palm.
then it crawl up to my fingertips.
it wasn’t a sharp pain.
more like a reminder what i was leaving.

i’ve gotten that feeling time and time again.
i’ve since just rolled my fingers.
occasionally cracking my knuckles.
before i reminisce.


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