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The aching has to stop.
When will I learn?
When will I finally be my own person?
Why must I put so much pressure on others to make me happy.
I am so much like her and yet so different.
She is why I re-act to relationships the way I do.
I'm trying so hard not to allow my hole to pull me down.
I keep slipping and grabbing just enough grass to pull me up.
But it isn't looking too good.
I need to learn how to build some stairs.
So when I fall in.
I just can climb right out.
When will I learn?
When will I finally be my own person?
Why must I put so much pressure on others to make me happy.
I am so much like her and yet so different.
She is why I re-act to relationships the way I do.
I'm trying so hard not to allow my hole to pull me down.
I keep slipping and grabbing just enough grass to pull me up.
But it isn't looking too good.
I need to learn how to build some stairs.
So when I fall in.
I just can climb right out.