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We are told to learn from our mistakes and to never make them again. The past should be left dead. First time, shame on you, second time shame on me, right?
I try my best to ignore it all. Ignore what I want to say, ignore how i feel. After all, it was just vunerability...but there is always the posibility of something more. I have always been the type of person to jump head first into whatever I thought was right at the time and never look back. Question later.
You appologized before it began. You said you knew you were going to hurt me and you were sorry. How do you do something like that? Why did I let it go on like some sort of joke...some sort of game. My horse is bigger than yours. I guess an apology isn't owed to me. You paid the debt prior to the incident.
I felt bad for you before. Mo helped me realize it by telling me that he felt bad for you since i never gave you a chance. When I finally did, I dove face first into it.
"you are imagining things"
"am i imagining this right now; that you are leaning forward about to attack me?"
no you wern't. and i tried to hold back but it hurt too much. I put myself on an emotional rollarcoaster, making myself believe things that didn't exist...imagining things that wern't even fathomable. In the end of it all though, I allowed myself to believe those things were true...communication. How much of it was lacked...mind games. Whose horse is bigger now?
I look like her. I hate that.
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His wife's name was Liz.
I thought I was your mercy.
I try my best to ignore it all. Ignore what I want to say, ignore how i feel. After all, it was just vunerability...but there is always the posibility of something more. I have always been the type of person to jump head first into whatever I thought was right at the time and never look back. Question later.
You appologized before it began. You said you knew you were going to hurt me and you were sorry. How do you do something like that? Why did I let it go on like some sort of joke...some sort of game. My horse is bigger than yours. I guess an apology isn't owed to me. You paid the debt prior to the incident.
I felt bad for you before. Mo helped me realize it by telling me that he felt bad for you since i never gave you a chance. When I finally did, I dove face first into it.
"you are imagining things"
"am i imagining this right now; that you are leaning forward about to attack me?"
no you wern't. and i tried to hold back but it hurt too much. I put myself on an emotional rollarcoaster, making myself believe things that didn't exist...imagining things that wern't even fathomable. In the end of it all though, I allowed myself to believe those things were true...communication. How much of it was lacked...mind games. Whose horse is bigger now?
I look like her. I hate that.
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His wife's name was Liz.
I thought I was your mercy.