...i just started typing for the sake of typing, and these are the words that ended up on this page. and i guarantee you that when i re-read it, i wont remember thinking it:
so where am i going?
that's the question you always ask so well.
what answer will i give this time, this time?
are you even listening? or do you just want to fight?
i thought i finally might be pleasing to you,
be everything you thought i would be.
i'm sorry i'm so different, so different than what you expected.
but can i still be your little girl?
this bleeding heart wants to know, will you still love me?
i should be old enough not to care, but this heart, this heart wont let go.
stop trying? to stop trying would be the equivalent of dying.
i want you in my life, in my life and sharing joy.
why must we be broken? can't we heal, why can't we heal?
let's try to be friends. let's let you love me again
like you must have when i was small.
this is the end.
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