Thursday, November 17, 2011

Every time.

History does repeat itself.

I've experienced it.

Even mistakes that we regret so badly are ones we make again.

Every time I get close to someone, stuff happens. Someone or something gets in the way.

Either I loose or they loose.

But I can't be selfish. I have to think of others.

So I loose.

Every time.

Will I ever get the chance to be truly happy?

Time keeps ticking.

I am running out of time.

Maybe I'm meant to live a different path.

Which is not the one I always imagined.

And it was all a lie.
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