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I still had to stay on my toes with her because of the kind of access she had to me (because she wasn’t always predictable). She could (and would) flip on me at any minute and I would be the last to know why. She was the type to squeeze the trigger first and ask questions later and sometimes-it was all squeezing, no asking.

I can only imagine it turning into about as much a need as we need food, water, or sex-and like for a drug addict to need a fix of the drug that they invited into their lives, body, and mind. I can only imagine how hard a habit that would be to break. Eventually, doing shit like that can do nothing but take over: you, your mind, and definitely all your time. Sooner than later, that would be proven to me in ways more over than I could have ever assumed would be true for her. And if as if having me wasn’t already the fix she just couldn’t shake, she had an even bigger addiction she was setting her own psyche and heart up for. I didn’t want any trouble. She didn’t even have to worry about my getting angry. All she had to do now, was not push me: her pusher, and I would forever keep her high…

Lucky or cursed, malefic or manifested, ironic or destined; this is one such that I can only say that sometimes we cross paths with people by which there are lessons to teach –and lessons to learn (by both parties involved). Sometimes spirits connect because one or both have something to work out for themselves and often times, that work just can’t be done alone. Some people work out things for themselves through art—or their art imitates life.