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fleeding

I lost it.
It was gone.
Nothing remained of it.
Vaporized into nothing.

Of course that’s all it ever was,
Imagined.
Created.
Made up

My eyes once lit up at the thought of it,
Made early mornings and late nights exciting.
No sleep brought a sense of accomplishment.
Shots and shots of espresso tasted of life and success.

One day I woke up and couldn’t find it.
I searched everywhere for it,
Online, in books.
In people, Outside

Must have fled while I was sleeping.
Maybe while I had been wide awake
Contained in happiness without responsibility,
And it had slipped away.

Left me here,
Alone.
Motivation
It was gone.

I was sitting in an office staring at a pale pink wall and had lost all motivation. I decided to write about what I was feeling, how I had been feeling for weeks, and funny enough it was right then and there that motivation came back to me. I just needed to put forth a small effort.

-Gigi

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