Tired. Rest. Stop.
I'm getting, I need to, and I want to. But I can't. I can't resist you, as if there some kind of bond between us. But maybe its just me.
This play of tag is killing me. Slowly eating. But I just can't because its you, and you are oblivious about it.
I want to stop, I'm getting tired of this. I'm starting to feel I'm unworthy. Am I? Am I unworthy? Or maybe you just don't care.
I've been simply testing you, but all failed. Is this the sign to stop? I'm getting sick of this redundant game. But if I stop this, I too, will stop communicating with you. But I promised.
This feeling is a pain in the head and ass. It gives us choices, not the correct answer, but the best answer.
YAA
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THE UNWANTED FEELING
PoetryNOT A STORY DUDE. these are some of my thoughts about that unwanted feeling. don't read if you're optimistic. pessimistic thoughts ahead! P'S! DON'T SAY THE WORD! ITS A TABOO! compilation of thoughts and views about the feeling. no regular...
