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Your eyes penetrate my soul. You read my pain. See my love. Listen to my truth. I have trouble with it and shy away. I build up the wall that has been built over many times before. Brick by brick. I build. Stopping when it feels safe. Only to be fooled again. I am wrong. Again. How could this be? Hoping that I would run out of material. Hoping I would be wrong. Again. And I don’t. And I’m not. I wish I could detach. Be free from my past. But I cant. We come from two different worlds, You and I. You’ll never understand.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Past Lives Repeat History
Your eyes penetrate my soul. You read my pain. See my love. Listen to my truth. I have trouble with it and shy away. I build up the wall that has been built over many times before. Brick by brick. I build. Stopping when it feels safe. Only to be fooled again. I am wrong. Again. How could this be? Hoping that I would run out of material. Hoping I would be wrong. Again. And I don’t. And I’m not. I wish I could detach. Be free from my past. But I cant. We come from two different worlds, You and I. You’ll never understand.
helenasofvia
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
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