The world spins but I stay still observing, absorbing but never partaking,sure, I talk and I walk and I live I mean if you can really call it living.Meaningless conversations with part time people who have no intention on making themselves permanent. So I learnt to distance myself because I figured the only person there for me is me! And even I’m not there for me 100%, I’m not there for me when I isolate myself and I’m not there for me when I put myself down So who is?My body may not be alone, but
my heart
and
my being,
now they are alone.
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Author:
prettylittlepoet (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Fighting a war with yourself can be real rough. However you control how bright the light is on your path. On it. Not in front to lead the way...nor behind to remind you where you've been. On your feet so you don't trip. However, someone is guiding the way.
You.
wow you've put it into words
☺️
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