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I'm back from the dead yay

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"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go."

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Khalil Gibran

Pain may be something that drags me down, makes me feel horrible, and even breaks my heart even more, but in a way... I deserve it.

I need to take the time to figure out truly who I am, before I am ever able to take the time to love someone or even care about someone.

Of course I want to be the one that's able to bring a smile like this to your face again, but darling... Things change.. You deserve better.
You don't deserve anyone who is going to deceive you, definitely with another person.

We may not date anymore, or even be close, but I want you to know that I wish you the best. I hope that you're always happy. You were my best friend you still are. ♥

"Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?♥"

(According to Wikipedia:)
Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. Love may also be described as actions towards others (or oneself) based on compassion, or as actions towards others based on affection.

Love is something that I might not ever be able to express, the way that it should be expressed.

I want to be able to make someone happy. I want to make someone feel beautiful. I want someone to only imagine themselves with me, and me only. But, I also want to allow myself to love someone. Instead of me pushing people away, I want to be able to pull someone close and honestly be able to tell them "Hey, I love you". Maybe it's because I'm a teenager and I'm too nieve to understand what love actually is, but I hope that one day I figure it out because it hurts to think that I might not ever live "happily ever after".

"Listen to many, speak to a few."

So here I sit.
In the body of a teenager, dying to get out.
Wanting to grow up & prove myself to the world.
Poetic.
Seeing the world, through the eyes of a Shakespearian God.
Hidden beneath the insecurities of my heart.
How art thou?
When someone asks me that, my thoughts all race to the surface of my mind, forcing tears upon my eyes.
I acquire a difficult life, that has broken my heart.
But, the love from others helps mend the pieces together.
♥