I've always been told I would expand.
Grow into what I've always meant to be and yet I see, this other side, this other side of me that can only linger. Roam in my past and bring me tears every memory in resurgance. I care more than I wish to tell about how you used to feel.
In those days where loved made a difference and love made sense to me.
I've felt envy and pain. I've felt everything I was warned of and yet here I am wallowing.
This was supposed to be different and here I am. The same me. The same person I used to be.
- Author: LittlestWing ( Offline)
- Published: January 12th, 2016 01:02
- Category: Love
- Views: 41
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