It's weird.. Is it just me ? I want to believe that's it's only me because then it's better to look at. Maybe it's just for fun right now, have good vibes at night and what not, but when you come back home, you come back to reality. It's more of sad then it could be, because now the words are left unsaid. I'm trying to believe that it is better left unsaid because the words WILL hurt. It will bring another problem back. Or more to say, the 1 down, has just got back up in the game of life. But it's not a silly little game, I KNOW I should take it more seriously, because I honestly fuck around waaaaaaaay too much. I wonder A LOT if this is ever gonna get better. Am I gonna be standing here getting knocked down over and over again. I think now, it's not about me more of other's. If I would take a bullet for you, then why do I get hit and still you get hit too ? And overall why do I stick that nail through your hands over and over again, without ease I do. I'm tired of running away. I'm done.
"You can't go back and start a new beginning,
but you can start today and make a new ending."
Sincerely,
Kathleen Michelle Reichenberger
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