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Yea, it's quite cute. Why do I still believe that the yellow icon with white rectangle will be there waiting for my fingers to press, and see the page flip open to a big white box showing me that there's a length of text awaiting my eye sockets when I know that it will never be there? Pools of dreams fill my head And I sing to myself instead. Why do I always fret over the non-important things, and somehow miss the big picture? Tick tock. Tick tock. I'm letting time slip away. While I feel sorry for myself. And ignore the feelings of others, the feelings you feel. And I would say I'm sorry for that, but saying sorry is just further proof that I have not forgiven myself that I have not discarded this fear This silly, irrational fear, oh my dear, you are not the only one who is paranoid, who is scared I'm just scared of different things Please, every single time I see a tear, a frown, a glare my heart shrinks immediately and automatically, a robotic response That brings out all the doubt and fear that I've based my life on Yes, that's it. This is the most honest I can be. Because if I tried to explain through words and my voice, I'll find it somewhat difficult I'm not that good at words as I thought. I don't want an ending. But I'm afraid to continue. Maybe the two are interlinked. Maybe, I'm just being stupid. |