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I'm being thorn apart between the selfish feeling of anchoring by my side without going anywhere. And keep pretending like I'll save her from her hell. Or setting her free and stay alone for the first time since I can remember. Which would mean I drown in my own thoughts and fears. And how could I be the hero when I can't even save myself?
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
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I'm being thorn apart between the selfish feeling of anchoring by my side without going anywhere. And keep pretending like I'll save her from her hell. Or setting her free and stay alone for the first time since I can remember. Which would mean I drown in my own thoughts and fears. And how could I be the hero when I can't even save myself?
isaac-pena
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
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