A simple glance cannot catch what you want to see.
The fleeting glimpse of someone who is trying to stay away.
The person who is killing herself slowly.
Trying anything to keep you off her mind.
And yet you search for her.
Knowing that every conversation,
And every sighting takes away yet another piece of her sanity.
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A Year Of Whatever This Is
De TodoSo as some of you know, I fail at literally everything I try to do. Whether it be relationships, or writing, or more often than not, just life in general. This is my attempt to get better. My attempt to not struggle so much. I literally googled so...
