The tears rolling down my face are the price I willingly paid. And I would pay it again knowing the pain would soon fade. I never felt so betrayed by my own actions. I try so hard to steady my feet but always struggle to find traction. I will always fall alone but claim it was you who stuck out your leg. There’s always a crack, a root, a stone for me to lay my blame. I never stood a chance against myself. You may have brought me down, but I really didn’t need the help. For all the effort I never put in, I wish we could see what it should have been. But it’s fear I no longer hide. It’s doubt that I’d rather face and fail, but say, ‘At least I tried.’
“See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past.
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last like it defines me.
Or reminds me I've found comfort in my suffering.”
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