I really just don't have a good title... in Thoughts.

  • March 1, 2019, 7:58 p.m.
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I gave you the power to hurt me, and you did.

Over and over and over, this has been my life.

Why do I set myself up to be broken?
Why do I feel like some people are safe?

Nothing is safe.

How didn’t I retain this, time and time again?

How many times does it take for me to learn a lesson?
How many time will it take for me to get it right?

I don’t know what to do or how to fix myself.
And all around me everyone is moving…

while I am stuck in one place.


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