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I am not ready for a pet…. some mornings I wake up jumping out of my bed. I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows. But there are mornings, when I don't wake up at all… . My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice. No, I am not ready for a pet… If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this. I tend to love too hard and break too much. If another life leaves me on my own, my body might survive… But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no space for mending…. So, No, I am not ready for a pet….. when I look at those puppy eyes, my brain starts a race…. A race that I cannot finish…. Cause each time I sprint, I fall back on my knees and I see a picture, A picture of me… So far away holding on, to an empty leash… .
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 1:03 AM UTC
I'm not ready for a pet..
I am not ready for a pet…. some mornings I wake up jumping out of my bed. I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows. But there are mornings, when I don't wake up at all… . My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice. No, I am not ready for a pet… If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this. I tend to love too hard and break too much. If another life leaves me on my own, my body might survive… But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no space for mending…. So, No, I am not ready for a pet….. when I look at those puppy eyes, my brain starts a race…. A race that I cannot finish…. Cause each time I sprint, I fall back on my knees and I see a picture, A picture of me… So far away holding on, to an empty leash… .
Falling in love can be really scary.. So let's take it slow... One day at a time..
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19/F/India
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 1:03 AM UTC
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