Moving on is always the hardest to do. It's seems unbearable and the easiest thing in the world to do all at the same time. When it comes down to it, we all never really and truly move on. We go through phases. Cry. Numb. Whatever. Hoe around. Cry again because the same thing happens over and over. Nobody truly cares anymore. It all matters about what one person can get from another. It all seems to go in a continuous loop. We get our hearts broke and nobody expects us to feel pain. Then we go hoe around to find another person to help you get over the last one until it happens again. Moving on is impossible. All credits go to people who are able to move on, but for some of us it seems to not be as easy as we'd like. Nobody is who they say they are anymore. I simply give up on moving on if I'm just gonna be treated the same as I was before.
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Better Left Unsaid
PoetryMaybe in the end all things are better left unsaid. Better left in the dark. Secrets hidden that no one will discover. Things that will change the way you see me. Things that will cause you to deny me. Things that would be better off left unsaid...
