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I see it, The way you look at me When you believe I am not awake. I see the pity and fear in your eyes, The emotions you try to hide. I recognize them, Only because I see them in mine. Wretched emotions that I often run from, Find me more often then not. But only, Because I cannot stop. I do not stop and feel. Because feeling could mean, Accepting something is wrong. Maybe not accepting it, Will make me think it is not true. Because accepting it, Makes it even more powerful then before. So I cannot, Stop. Because stopping, Means feeling.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
I Cannot Stop.
I see it, The way you look at me When you believe I am not awake. I see the pity and fear in your eyes, The emotions you try to hide. I recognize them, Only because I see them in mine. Wretched emotions that I often run from, Find me more often then not. But only, Because I cannot stop. I do not stop and feel. Because feeling could mean, Accepting something is wrong. Maybe not accepting it, Will make me think it is not true. Because accepting it, Makes it even more powerful then before. So I cannot, Stop. Because stopping, Means feeling.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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