There is a shelf life on us. To the detriment of whatever we build. Someone forgot to post the date.

You're standing right in front of me, arms across your chest. Absent presence. Is this what you call being alive? I'd rather feel it 100% and live through this instead of think about it. I will thrive off the truth as I feel it and not over analyze it. You rationalize your illusions because it makes you feel safe, enjoy your glass box.

It's hard not to turn your brain off
So many things running through my head
I honestly don't understand how people expect you to be vulnerable with them when they do nothing to earn your trust.
I'm exhausted with all of the emotion, looking back into the past and seeing it all over your face.
You are my past, everything I hated about it.
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