So what do I do now?
This is what I say to myself.
Do I leave you behind to discover myself?
Or, do I discover myself my staying in your arms?
When will you decide?
This is what my friends ask me.
When I will decide to give up on us.
When I will set myself free, or doom myself to loneliness.
Just let things happen.
This is what I tell myself to procrastinate.
This is how I prolong these thoughts.
I just wait to ask myself and answer those questions another day.
If only you knew.
I wish I knew too, but my thoughts confuse me.
My thoughts get confused with everyone else's.
I'm sorry.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
So what do I do now?
This is what I say to myself.
Do I leave you behind to discover myself?
Or, do I discover myself my staying in your arms?
When will you decide?
This is what my friends ask me.
When I will decide to give up on us.
When I will set myself free, or doom myself to loneliness.
Just let things happen.
This is what I tell myself to procrastinate.
This is how I prolong these thoughts.
I just wait to ask myself and answer those questions another day.
If only you knew.
I wish I knew too, but my thoughts confuse me.
My thoughts get confused with everyone else's.
I'm sorry.
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