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Wish I Could Quit You... !

Don't know what's the worst feeling. Being around and face the pain or stay away and try to avoid the feeling. There is no scale to measure it cause both equally hurts! 

Sleepless nights, thinking about it over and over again won't make any difference because you know pretty well how it'll end. 
 
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all! One thing you know that you can take this pain and still live life like nothing happened. Without anyone knowing how much it hurts. 

What really hurts is being the reason of someone's suffering which is the one thing you never wanted. You have always felt pride of being a person with a soft heart, being able to feel other's suffering and try your best to help them in every possible way or silently pray for them if you could do nothing; something you inherited from your mother. But lately you have become someone else, there is definitely something that cracked you open and it's affecting every instance of your existence and people around it. 

May be you are afraid, afraid to accept your feelings. Afraid of being a two-faced monster that you are or dread to become one. Or a Storm that ruins everything that comes its way along with itself.

Whatever it is, do you think it's wise to continue to play the act, pretending to be fine, pretending not to care, keeping distance, keeping it inside while one can comprehend that he is just a loner, no body, proud, selfish and definitely not worth saving. 

Loner! that what you are, always have been. Talking to yourself, keep judging yourself, hitting yourself for even thinking of all the stupid ideas that comes to the head.

Guess you are the tree that was left unplanted or a story not told or a person that doesn't exist in any timeline anymore.

 ~ OI

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