I feel as something is missing. A part of me doesn't care. A part of me wants to kill them all. Another part of me is bitter and resentful. I wonder if days weeks from now will I still remember? After all, women know women best. The part that doesn't care worries me the most. Can I really just take it one day at a time and as long as I am having fun, I take what I can get and leave when it's no longer. It maybe the best way to protect myself. I have to take care of myself and look out for number one.
~False Hope~
I am recalling the times
Bitter Sweet Memories
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intensions
Cherish everything even if you don't possess it
How many times can I break till I shatter
The door to my heart is open to you
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