Look at you. So happy and delighted with whats happened to me. I wish you only knew. I momentarily loved you. But the fires of sensations are turning cold. Its almost numbing. I can’t feel anymore.<\/p>\n
Your back. And with the aspect of ‘hope’, a will to revive a dying sensation. Stop, I let go. Please don’t bother. I’m happy as we are. I’m happy, guilt embodies our history. Your guilty of emotional instability, and I’m guilty of returning. I only wished it all happened sooner. Yes, I really am proud of you in this world. Its alright that your the one beginning to ‘hope’. But I’ve let it go. It’s rejuvenating, that I’ve silenced a feeling. I’ll befriend the silence, over your words everyday.<\/p>\n
Feel my neglect. I’m acting indifferent. Did you just notice my departure? Life can change in an instance. Stop coming back. Please trust me when I tell you – I’m proud of who you are. But leave me alone. I’ll watch you from afar. I’ll watch as you smile at whats happened to me…<\/p>\n
Please don’t waste anymore of my time, the fire you’ve started I’m putting out.<\/p>\n
I don’t fear getting burned. The pain will fade eventually and subside. I want my words back, I want my hurt. I want the feelings to numb me again. Here we go again, the end of resistance. I will tumble in a cycle, of recollecting. What never was, can never hurt, but it will always haunt while I recollect the memories. I have self worth, I have paved boundaries, I am a special kind of nothingness.<\/p>\n
-Post inspired by Asala’s song – Etfrag 3ala Nafsek….:)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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