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Now I get why people didn’t pick me over the other. Because I won’t pick me either

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Your life is not a fairytale.
Sometimes it is like a walk in the rose garden-badly hurt by thorns.
It hurts but you keep going.

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Long walk, thoughtless

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I want to believe that this tears is long overdue of my last happiness

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When you hold my hand,
Do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me,
Is it whole of me or just one part?

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I don’t have the purest heart. I am not the nicest person

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I stop dreaming on the future. I don’t plan for a better life. I just do what I have to do everyday. Nothing exciting. Engage with people is hard because truthfully I just want to be alone. Hope scares me. I try so hard convincing myself that I’m not broken but my heart feels hollow, empty. Sometimes when I had a good dream, I don’t wanna wake up. I hope I won’t wake up. I told people to leave so that they can have a better life. I never told anyone how lonely I am.