Chasing Chase
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Last published Mon, Jan 9, 2017
"They say never chase someone you love, because if they love you they will walk with you. But in this situation, it's different. I didn't notice all the sacrifices she gave me. I never appreciate all she did to me. I let her feel that I don't need her. Well, I thought I can be what I am without her. But no, she's the reason for what am I. She builds me when I'm broke. She finds me when I'm lost. She helps me stand whenever I fall. She's always there but I didn't notice. I never knew that she'll get tired of me. Now that she's gone, I'm scared. I don't want to be alone. I still love her, now she's gone. The chase is on. I won't stop chasing Chase until I brought her back into my arms once again." -Ryan.
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