We are the difficult women. We sleep with alarm clocks sans a snooze. Nobody wrote love songs on us, nobody noticed the mole on the lip. We pick ourselves up, stitch our own wounds. Nobody offered us jacket in the cold. We are 20 something acting 45. We can fix the leaking tap. We're okay. We know love spelt backwards makes halfway through 'evolving'; & that's what we're at. We always keep the wine in stock. We've paid the price & made our peace. There are no mushy texts, only to-do lists. We know cuts heal faster when nobody can see them and... and we're really difficult to love. 
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