"It's going to be alright." "I don't love him anymore." "He... never meant anything to me." "There's still friendship between us." "I'll become stronger, I'll try harder."
"I know who I am. Me."
Things ring through my mind, and whenever I think of someone, someone who meant something to me... it hurts. It hurts to know that it'll never be the same. It hurts to know that someday, we'll have forgotten all about eachother, and the days we were together will become a distant, buried memory.
But you know what he would say? That's life. Bloody, cruel, unfair, life.
Which is why he ran away from it, and closed himself off. Right now, I can't really blame him. I can't blame him for cutting connections, for faking smiles. For feeling damn confined. I've been there, done that. In the end, it's all the same. I'm still chained in tears, in pain. In loss.
Sometimes, I think I spent my life... loving the wrong people, living for illusions and prancing dreams.
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