I am all messed up. The most I find ridiculous is that I allowed myself to get messed up.
And I see all this people throwing their pities and pointing their fingers at me, smirking in their very sick minds. This is so wrong.. and yet, the comfort I seek can no longer be found in the person I love the most. Perhaps soon, it will come to a past tense. Perhaps soon.. If I find the courage.
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