Sunday, December 13, 2009
I love you, through my hurt and sad. I just miss us and the right that we had. It's easier to blame it all on you. I'm the one holding back what's true. I'm not me, and I won't reach out. I'm the one holding my self doubt. I'm sorry, for retreating, when you need me the most. I'm sorry, for being jealous of so many ghosts. I'm sorry, for that way that I hurt you. I'm sorry, and that's truth. Sign in
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