Mirage of mind

Slow down, don’t get close.

The mysterious man inside my head said.

You know I’m right.

Did my imaginative mind created this warm and understanding voice?

Are you going to text him back?

What do you care?

He doesn’t deserve your little finger. Go finish that book and don’t think about all the boy drama you masochistically seem to enjoy.

You’re an arse.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was the creation of my disillusionment.

A projection of a man I’d love to have in my life and care about me like nobody ever had.

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This is an excerpt from my e-book

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Thank you for reading,

xo

N@t