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Dec 2018
Ive been giving little pieces of myself to people.
But ive never given someone enough to get the full view of who I am.
Some see my addictions.
Some know what keeps me up at night.
One knows that I havent felt at home in years.
Some know that taking care of myself is a battle and that Im not always sure about fighting anymore.
A few get to see how sweet my heart can be but that never lasts.
Only a handful know my past, know about how I run when I get feelings. Since the others dont know they dont stick through or try to talk me down from it. They just let me go.
Im a mystery that nobody gets the real chance to solve before I disappear.
Im a ghost haunting the potential relationships I could’ve had before my apparition fades to black.
The ghosts of the past dont haunt me anymore but sometimes they pay me a visit, whispering to me in the dark.
    Just let someone in.
       Last time was just the wrong person
Im moments before fading away
   But do they ever miss me?
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