I don't know.
I think in the process of me trying to unravel a person and his intentions, I reveal myself more than I realize.
In the end, as I hope they'd turn out to be different, or as I hope I'd act as a meteor and make an impact on them, they leave first before I should've.
And that's what the most disappointing. Of me.
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Lost Chapters
PoetryI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
