These tears are gonna fall over &over again without me knowing who's been hurting me or what (in my case) since everyone's been spectators on th stand; touching nothing of mine; not daring t say anything t me when they knew things better; only they thought I did.
Its been so weird when I tried t come up w a fusion of reasonings that would point me t what made made me furious.
Ppl along th way had scrutinize a way t th back of my head, but no one is succeeding.
&There it is, exposed, wounded, disoriented. Apart of me had simply gone missing. Died.
But its taking way too long for me to reconstitute all over again.

I'm mad cause you're having a life, for moving on w/o even telling me how when who, for saying that you love me when you dont, for always acting like you care when its those absent-minded ppl you're asking ard, for showing up w/o even taking any risk of mending things up, or putting absurd things at rest. You're a total goner, man. No wonder my friends hate you.
&Thats where it is, it hadnt been you all these while. Its me. I hurt myself.

I've been mad because I didnt tell you any single tidbit of me when you've been wanting t know everything. I didnt even say a word of love when you said many. You've been patient, persistent &curiously waiting when all I wanted t do was t test you.
Could it be that I'm th one suppose t patch things up? Ohmy.

Nono. This will never gonna end if I keep on bringing things back up. Everything is too much; &you dont even know. You're too much &you will never even know. This gotta stop. &Similarly like Nurul's situation, "when will be th correct time if not now since circumstances alw come &go?"

In life, love allows us t enter, be enlightened, share &appreciate th revolution of lifestyles tgth w th strength they bring. &Through it all, you encouraged me t be more mature, accomadating, flexible &broad-minded (bt you dont even know). Love is suppose t enhance experience, not distort it. So this is it. When properly reined, this past is gonna be a valuable asset; but its time I let go &search for my future instead. There'll be no more crying again, no more coming back, no more forgiving you, no more thinking tt somehow th sum will be different. I'm gonna dismiss this, &I will only look back if I have to (not want to). Dont come back.

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