Why do I continue to play these mind games with myself but sometimes I just can't help it I live in my mind and I forget that these feelings alone are mine and I tried and tried to make these feelings shine but all they did is blind my eyes and my mind I really wanted you to be that guy and you aren't but I will not cry but I might whine while I have a glass of wine I wish I was fine with it but I still kinda wish I was blind
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Notes to self
No FicciónEssays of traumas which will either help me grow or continue to be my downfall guess I'll never know(I keep the typos in cause I'm not perfect and neither is my story) is Wrote the beginning chapters when I was 16 Mabey 17 I'm 18 now about to be 19
