i am so sick of holding on on to something thats not there; a figure of my imagination. ive been holding on to it as if its me life. wellive snapped back. its not my life. its nothing at all because it doesn't exist. so i will let go not because im weak but because i can n cos i got the guts to fall and hurt. i will get back up on my two feet n keep walking. i'll put my guard back up because without it, vulnerability gets the best of me.

9:53 AM;
always;xx

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