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Who I am Becoming

Is the pain of loneliness worse than the pain of regret

Than giving away another part of your shrinking soul

I only have so much to give

I do not know how to stop

I am not eternal

I am not limitless


I am finite

There is a certain amount of me

And some parts never grow back

Some parts, once given, cannot ever be recovered

I cannot be returned to who I once was

I cannot go back

Before I abandoned who I could have been

Before I left myself behind in the dust

selfpastpainfinitelonelinessquestioninggiving of myself too muchlimited

◄ Why I Do Not Want to Hear That You Love Me

Yet Still I Run ►


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Fri 28th Apr 2017 01:19

Beautifully expressed

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