Ninety Five.

With every step back I take,
it takes me a larger step forward, unknowingly.

I pull myself away yet I've found myself drawn closer.
Like creepers on a tree;
inevitably intertwined, mutually dependent.

And this scares me.
The entanglement, the dependence.
Because I'm not supposed to.

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Another piece of good news today.
I am really honoured.