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Rest. You must be tired from all the chasing, and I am undeniably tired from trying to outrun you, only to have you catch up with me and drag me to the starting point - to have me run - all over again. No, sweets, don’t hold me close to you tonight for I’m packing my things to find a cosy place, distant from the comfort of your warmth to call my own. And in that place I will not find myself crouching in a corner where my whispers are loud and my screams so silent it becomes defeaning. So stop breaking the door down demanding for answers to which questions I have no capacity to explain - I have already figured my way out.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Stop.
Rest. You must be tired from all the chasing, and I am undeniably tired from trying to outrun you, only to have you catch up with me and drag me to the starting point - to have me run - all over again. No, sweets, don’t hold me close to you tonight for I’m packing my things to find a cosy place, distant from the comfort of your warmth to call my own. And in that place I will not find myself crouching in a corner where my whispers are loud and my screams so silent it becomes defeaning. So stop breaking the door down demanding for answers to which questions I have no capacity to explain - I have already figured my way out.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
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