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I close my eyes and think to myself.
All the seconds wasted.
Was it really a waste of time?
It's like I threw it all away.
I don't want to have these feelings anymore.
I'm going to make the same mistake again, aren't I?
I'm ruining myself.
Again.
I look at others and myself:
"Am I happy this way? Why can't I turn back time and fix it all?"
Did I really mean to do that?
It's killing me.
I live with these scars now.
I'm just a child. What am I doing?
I've messed up too much. Every one of them.
I'd apologize if "I'm sorry" even had a meaning anymore.
But it doesn't.
And to look at the ones that are broken deep inside.
I feel like I was once in their shoes.
I don't want other to feel this way..
It hurts too much. Too much within the heart.
Well too bad! Life doesn't have a fucking restart button, Jazmine!
I have to get over it all. Live it well; live with those scars. It's my fault and nothing about that can change. Keeping the weaknesses beneath the mask..the mask that everyone has to see. Not that ugly face covered in tears and sorrow. Not that sickening face. Not that stupid, disgusting ,unwanted face. The one that keeps you going. The one that makes other feel better.
❝Don't ever press that replay button. Keep in motion; play. Play the music on and on. Don't stop. Sure, stopping is possible, but why would you want that? ❞
-moi
A post to make myself cry. Thanks. Writing an actual post later. ; u ;
