| I just realized that the reason you wanted me to hate you or had a hard time accepting that i didn't hate you was because you wanted that to be an excuse. the entire thing didn't make any sense to you so you figured that might make more sense of things...if i hated you or something. it makes total sense but then it makes none. i understand a little more, i think. thinking of anything possible to make things a little clearer...that's basically it...just thought i'd inform you... |
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| And whenever they see you, they tap me and say "there he is" and I've gotten to the point where I wish they wouldn't; it only makes it harder to let go when I have to see something I fell in love with. |
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| People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret
road maps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds.
Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some
of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and
though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. I felt sad,
because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways,
they can't be fixed.
&& this is something that nobody ever tells you when you're young.
&& it never fails to surprise you as you grow older.
&& you see people in your life break
one by one. Some people can just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it or at least seem to be. But for me, I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget it. It wasn't something that was broken. It is just something that happened. And I am finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time. |
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| I smile, nod, and pretend to understand when really, i don't understand at all but i don't want you to worry or even think about me...because that might get you in trouble. |
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| It's okay to be angry and never let go,
It only gets harder the more that you know.
When you get lonely if no one's around,
You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down.
We came together but you left alone
And I know how it feels to walk out on your own.
Maybe someday I will see you again
And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend.
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