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when the wind blows, ever so strong, the trees shaking in their roots, the little grasses holding on to dear life, i simply shut the door. but eventually, i've learned to embrace the wind, the rain; i've learned to flow along with the wind, and cry under the rain. but now, i guess it's time to stop trusting the wind and the rain; it's time to shut my heart out once again, and hide in my own closed space.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
closed spaces
when the wind blows, ever so strong, the trees shaking in their roots, the little grasses holding on to dear life, i simply shut the door. but eventually, i've learned to embrace the wind, the rain; i've learned to flow along with the wind, and cry under the rain. but now, i guess it's time to stop trusting the wind and the rain; it's time to shut my heart out once again, and hide in my own closed space.
i've learned to open up and invest so much into a person. by the end of the day i should have known better; i shouldn't assume they're my friends. don't want to end up disappointed, and disappoint people. time to protect myself from trusting anyone ever again. it's my fault.
cherissely
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
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