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Saturday, 7 November 2015

A Way...

I now understand why I cannot write these days. It's frigging unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. A bit sad. And lonely. I don't lament what has come to pass, but nor do I forget what it has taught me. Some things that were not supposed to be, are, and those that were, perhaps have drifted somewhat out of reach. My soul passes out of touch of genuine-ity and I hurt those I dare not for in their happiness lies my salvation and they are those who have been there. Some that I thought would be with me have left. A mark flares inside my heart from the sadness of their leaving. I am angry over such a long time. Waiting for ghosts. But no longer. Once I find a way, I shall bury my relationships, those that give me pain and bring agony. It won't be regretted. Ever. Just a memory that will make me smile is all it shall stay. But all that is can't be yours. I don't push people away, albeit it sometimes seems I'm very repelling lol. In the end, after all, your best companion is your own self. Anyway, I shall continue to struggle. It will be good for...