It's harder for me to know someone, when I'm in love with him , see i could always know a stranger and leave when he fucks shit up , but when I'm in love it's the excuses and the i understand this i understand that, that destroy me.
And one thing that keeps crashing my mind is that it hurts me more to admit that I'm hurt than the actual pain i feel which I don't know if it's there because I might be too scared and egoistic to admit it is .
Yesterday was supposedly a celebration if we were still alive but we're dead .
See , I've buried you for so long this summertime that i barely even know how to handle your presence now , my body has this weird reflex of just up and run whenever it senses you anywhere close .
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RandomWritings on how she's been able to accept her demons and explore her own hellish universe , the journey is twisted and full of interesting and relatable stories .
