Guest Writer, Paul!!

I have a treat for you guys today. His name is Paul Brian Uzatunga, everyone calls him Uza.
He, just like me, is a petroleum geoscientist. And he has a way with words. If you ask me, I think it must be something in the rocks we collected and studied that made us this talented.
So without further ado, I give you Paul!

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He won’t let me leave

Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should.
I know I must and yet I mustn’t
For my own sanity, for my own sake.
I know I must, but then I won’t?
A step forward, no more behind.
Maybe he’ll come for me.
When I finally get the courage to leave his house.
Do I want that?
I’m not so sure…
Maybe he won’t though
Oh but he’s charming, the little voice whispers.
This little voice I’ve grown to loathe.
Yet it’s apart of my very being.
SHUT IT, my inner aggressive speaks.
But I have to admit, he is charming.
He’ll hold my hand and whisper of days of old.

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