At some point you just can't take it anymore.
At some point you don't want to be used anymore.
You want to know what it feels like to be loved.
At some point you wonder if you could even love someone.
You wonder if your heart would trust them.
You wonder if the only thing you know how to do, is be used.
That you may have turned into the people who hurt you.
At some point you decide you just need to be alone for awhile.
Away from the people who used you.
And the people who want you to be theirs for along time.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
At some point you just can't take it anymore.
At some point you don't want to be used anymore.
You want to know what it feels like to be loved.
At some point you wonder if you could even love someone.
You wonder if your heart would trust them.
You wonder if the only thing you know how to do, is be used.
That you may have turned into the people who hurt you.
At some point you decide you just need to be alone for awhile.
Away from the people who used you.
And the people who want you to be theirs for along time.
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