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I can hear it, I can feel it too. My heartbeat. I can feel and hear my heart pounding. It hurts, it hurts again, I hate it. I hate how I am just so stupid. What a tool. How, how is it that I’ve fallen for the same stupid scenario multitudes of times? Why must I always let hope in? Well I know what to do now. I’m going to be better. It’s clear to me that this line of thinking, this cycle I’ve found myself in, has to end. I can hear it now and I can feel it in my chest. I will get through this I just wish I could move somewhere else in the time it will take me to. I think I know what this feeling is. I’ve seldom felt it before. Only a few times in my life have I come across it. Its despair, the cold, gut-wrenching agony of despair. I can feel my soul turn cold. I can feel my outlook on the future turn grim. Is this what it means to feel anguish in my heart? Just how much longer must I force myself to carry this burden. Why can’t I drop how I’ve felt since the start. It only brings me misery to feel this way. I hate how I’ve felt for them for so long. I know my feelings can never be reciprocated and I’ve tried so hard to make them go away, to see them in a different light. But time and time again I’m reminded of the dog on the street jumping for grapes. I can’t put her down to change how I feel? It’s wrong and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I would be no better than the dog. Yet I still end up in this sorry state. What a joke, how pathetic must I continue being? I remember hearing the whispers behind my back, I remember how unrewarding this sort of thing is. All the mocking and the jeers from everyone around who make it so obvious that they know what I try so desperately to hide. Yet somehow the one I’m trying to hide it from remains blissfully unaware, or perhaps they know. They see me and they know and I’m left bare like a man shivering at the cold. Forced to curl up into a ball to defend themselves from the rain. All while they hold onto a blanket, as if almost offering to me. Just the thought of someday being embraced by that blanket is enough to make me stay. Force me to continue curling up into that ball. Hugging myself tighter and tighter until I can’t release my body anymore. And when it all ends I’ll be left with not even an ember of who I was before. I look at myself now and realize that the bonfire I imagined was nothing but glare coming from her smokes and mirrors. I feel bitter, I feel anguish, I feel regret, I feel sorrow, but above all I feel cold.
I can hear it, I can feel it too. My heartbeat. I can feel and hear my heart pounding. It hurts, it hurts again, I hate it. I hate how I am just so stupid. What a tool. How, how is it that I’ve fallen for the same stupid scenario multitudes of times? Why must I always let hope in? Well I know what to do now. I’m going to be better. It’s clear to me that this line of thinking, this cycle I’ve found myself in, has to end. I can hear it now and I can feel it in my chest. I will get through this I just wish I could move somewhere else in the time it will take me to. I think I know what this feeling is. I’ve seldom felt it before. Only a few times in my life have I come across it. Its despair, the cold, gut-wrenching agony of despair. I can feel my soul turn cold. I can feel my outlook on the future turn grim. Is this what it means to feel anguish in my heart? Just how much longer must I force myself to carry this burden. Why can’t I drop how I’ve felt since the start. It only brings me misery to feel this way. I hate how I’ve felt for them for so long. I know my feelings can never be reciprocated and I’ve tried so hard to make them go away, to see them in a different light. But time and time again I’m reminded of the dog on the street jumping for grapes. I can’t put her down to change how I feel? It’s wrong and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I would be no better than the dog. Yet I still end up in this sorry state. What a joke, how pathetic must I continue being? I remember hearing the whispers behind my back, I remember how unrewarding this sort of thing is. All the mocking and the jeers from everyone around who make it so obvious that they know what I try so desperately to hide. Yet somehow the one I’m trying to hide it from remains blissfully unaware, or perhaps they know. They see me and they know and I’m left bare like a man shivering at the cold. Forced to curl up into a ball to defend themselves from the rain. All while they hold onto a blanket, as if almost offering to me. Just the thought of someday being embraced by that blanket is enough to make me stay. Force me to continue curling up into that ball. Hugging myself tighter and tighter until I can’t release my body anymore. And when it all ends I’ll be left with not even an ember of who I was before. I look at myself now and realize that the bonfire I imagined was nothing but glare coming from her smokes and mirrors. I feel bitter, I feel anguish, I feel regret, I feel sorrow, but above all I feel cold.

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