Slowly learning to pace myself.
In the event, I might manage to know myself.
Hidden from you, from me too...
Not like I decided to.
Most things with me
are unplanned.
It's just an ease on my cold heart.
You are such fire.
Pardon my cold.
If it's distance, then I'd rather fall away.
I don't maintain pace as long i should, yet you do deserve me
(i do too)... pause
Is this an aim to be better or am I lying to myself?
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Slowly learning to pace myself.
In the event, I might manage to know myself.
Hidden from you, from me too...
Not like I decided to.
Most things with me
are unplanned.
It's just an ease on my cold heart.
You are such fire.
Pardon my cold.
If it's distance, then I'd rather fall away.
I don't maintain pace as long i should, yet you do deserve me
(i do too)... pause
Is this an aim to be better or am I lying to myself?
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