You know when someone stops talking to you and you finally accept that you're not speaking anymore and then they talk to you and you're like wtf why?
“I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment. We are all defined by something we can't change.”
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell
