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Tuesday, July 18, 2017
You pull me.

I know I should start something new, but I can`t. It`s too hard to feel okay when you know it`s not. I'm trying, really. But no one seems to care. It`s hard to try even better when nobody appreciate your efforts. No matter how hard I try to be close again, everyone just seems to be so far from me. Or I`m too far to be close to them. And since you're not letting me in, let`s make it clear, I`ll never be near again. Never. I know I`ve changed as much as you did. But why am I the only one trying? And maybe you're right. I shouldn't be trying. Because you`re not.

I`m afraid you`ll laugh at me. Treat me as one of which that never existed. I`m afraid that if we come again, it`ll be the start of something bad again. I`m getting tired. My bones are feeling weaker each time. I don`t think I can still do it. Each time I feel I`m almost there, you pull me. Each time I`m getting up you put me at my worst again. I hate it. I hate this.I'm not sure about everything anymore. Hiding, running, crying, pretending. What the f*ck does it make me?
Whenever I hit the road, the light always turns green. But now`s different. It suddenly turned red from orange.


And then I knew, finally, I stopped.

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