i tot my heart was strong...
tot it was made of steel...
nth can make it bleed any more...
until my nitemare played rite b4 my eyes... again...
neither deprive of love... nor deprive of care...
tot i could forgo the one n onli ting i once treasure so dear...
but i finally noe...
i cant...
tot tings were turning for the better...
tot tings weren't turnin bak to wat it used to...
but the tables turned on me again...
my heart's aching, my head's in a mess...
pondering on wat made me broke my promise...
a promise to myself...
never to let anitin...
cause my heart so much misery...
through years...
i've lived up to it...
but stil its my weak point...
no matter how hard i try not to admit... it still is...
made me hard to trust myself and every1 else...
gues its a form of protection...
form of illusion
to make it seem lyk nth could make me break...
but still im lyk the old me...
cryin alone in the dark for the same damn ting...
at the same time punching the wall...
hating me for chnging back to the weakling i used to be...
eyes sore...
body weak...
heart aching...
head swirling...
no improvement no nothing...
tot i was made of steel...
tot i could live without it... without feelin afraid...
but im stil me and it was all jz naive tots...
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