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it is shocking that you think it is not shocking muttering regrets to me saying you have none to everyone else you have a big tendency of being the biggest paradox i have ever encountered i won't be waiting for the day you realize what you actually had said i ask for all the strength to push you away when you barge in for more payback is sometimes the only language you speak as well as apologies and accusations you look too close don't breathe enough of it in before acting on it you push on concrete hoping somehow you will have the strength to shatter it and when and if you do you take all the cement to fix it only to break it again back and forth always a never ending game (like ping pong) except you always have to be the winner and when you are not your language comes creeping later on though you will regret it but this time i will not care of your regrets you're wishy washy a hopeless romantic (not the good kind) little brain is racing for all these things to say you want someone mature when you cant even be that yourself you are your own version of Pandora's Box locked away sooner or later someone will come along and unlock you just like how i did now it is my turn to regret i am tired of restarting but instead of picking it back up again never stopping i will leave it run away to the closest state of mind where you do not reside
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
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it is shocking that you think it is not shocking muttering regrets to me saying you have none to everyone else you have a big tendency of being the biggest paradox i have ever encountered i won't be waiting for the day you realize what you actually had said i ask for all the strength to push you away when you barge in for more payback is sometimes the only language you speak as well as apologies and accusations you look too close don't breathe enough of it in before acting on it you push on concrete hoping somehow you will have the strength to shatter it and when and if you do you take all the cement to fix it only to break it again back and forth always a never ending game (like ping pong) except you always have to be the winner and when you are not your language comes creeping later on though you will regret it but this time i will not care of your regrets you're wishy washy a hopeless romantic (not the good kind) little brain is racing for all these things to say you want someone mature when you cant even be that yourself you are your own version of Pandora's Box locked away sooner or later someone will come along and unlock you just like how i did now it is my turn to regret i am tired of restarting but instead of picking it back up again never stopping i will leave it run away to the closest state of mind where you do not reside
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
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