My brain is throbbing
my heart is pounding
my eyes are tired
my soul is weary
And that’s just it: FEAR
FEAR of rejection
FEAR of dismissal
FEAR of being used
FEAR of being hurt

I SOMETIMES JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MYSELF, SO HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND YOU, THEM, WHOEVER.

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It’s easy for the mind not to record an offense (being that impressions tie you to the past) when it comes from someone who has rarely let you down and whom you love. But still, this conclusion comes after examining, ever so briefly, the past. So we are always bound to the past as long as I have an opinion because this comes from past experiences. 
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