Waiting.
Stuck in the in-between.
Between then and next.
The now.
I used to hate it.
Sometimes, I still do.
Coming to terms with the ones that left me behind and the reality that I am still proudly the one that stays.
The one who will stay in the battleground because that is where I belong.
Waiting. Growing. Achieving. Bruised. Bloodied. Abandoned. Unshaken.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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