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When I walked away from all the ones that cause me to hurt I thought I was doing myself a favor Not once did I thought I would come running back with new burdens that prove not only my dependency but also my fears that lurk with in the depths of myself It lead me down a different path of pain sleep was my only relief from the criticism that lives in my head cause time went faster when you turn off the lights at three in the afternoon to calm the temporary gut wrenching ache of emptiness So I lay here with tears streaming down my face and the numbness that no one will know cause there is no one I can express my feelings to There is nothing more draining then being your own supporter when you are at the same time the reason for your destruction And I cant quite understand how a pair of best friends or a pair of lovers could connect in a way as if two soul mates have lost each other thriving, craving, just full blown out mad for one another I never had that It's a terrible art indeed one that eats away your worth until you are nothing without those people that once defined everything you were I know its tempting but you have to let these grudges go the isolation will **** you otherwise Don't be afraid to bend the pages in your book there is a reason why you left those permanent creases to go back when you have gave in They'll forgive you and even more importantly you will thank yourself
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
The Terrible Art of Pushing People Away
When I walked away from all the ones that cause me to hurt I thought I was doing myself a favor Not once did I thought I would come running back with new burdens that prove not only my dependency but also my fears that lurk with in the depths of myself It lead me down a different path of pain sleep was my only relief from the criticism that lives in my head cause time went faster when you turn off the lights at three in the afternoon to calm the temporary gut wrenching ache of emptiness So I lay here with tears streaming down my face and the numbness that no one will know cause there is no one I can express my feelings to There is nothing more draining then being your own supporter when you are at the same time the reason for your destruction And I cant quite understand how a pair of best friends or a pair of lovers could connect in a way as if two soul mates have lost each other thriving, craving, just full blown out mad for one another I never had that It's a terrible art indeed one that eats away your worth until you are nothing without those people that once defined everything you were I know its tempting but you have to let these grudges go the isolation will **** you otherwise Don't be afraid to bend the pages in your book there is a reason why you left those permanent creases to go back when you have gave in They'll forgive you and even more importantly you will thank yourself
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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