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3:11 AM

the pain that i am breathing and the scars
etched onto my body and soul
are crying out to me
for me to learn my lesson and to
protect myself

but i don't know how
and i don't know if i could

i seem to have this unfortunate ability to
place myself in the
worst situation possible

there are just too many things that i wish i knew..
too many feelings that i wish i could decipher..
too bleak a future for me to see through..

it's funny how love can be empowering and
yet leaves one ever-so-vulnerable at the same time

i don't want to grow used to something
so intangible..
i don't want to hold on to anything that could
possibly fade away..
but my sorry heart can barely win this battle
against my head
i'm scared..
and i'm tired of heartbreaks..

and i don't want to face this world alone..

divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.

reminiscence


coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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