I stopped there and suddenly began to contemplate how they all decided to leave and how they were all the same and the difference was just in the beginnings and the way they tended to leave just said everything. I curse the idea of my existence everytime i decide to pour my soul on someone, literally everytime. Why do i do such a thing to myself? why the hell i let them know my weaknesses and let them use them against me?
There're some people out there whom i used to show all my voids thinking they'd fill them, passionately.
they filled them but with pain and sorrow, unintentionally.
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De TodoIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
