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Oct 17, 2011

Just Like Tomorrow

I want to forgive, but hating is easier. 
The wound is still fresh. Every memory that comes back to haunt me cuts deeper, not letting it heal. 
I want to let go, but it consumes me like an intoxicant till I think of nothing, but the lies and the broken promises. 
I don't want to be this person. The kind that is defined by the actions of another. I have fought my past for so long; I have never let it mould me. But this time I feel too weak to fight back. I just want to give in and let myself crash and burn. 

1 comment:

  1. That's not you. You're a toughie.