Stepping forward from the back of the mind. Whispers trigger doubt in the middle of wasting time. Self isn't worthy of another real enough to hold their end. The feeling is overwhelming to even consider someone that type of friend. It's inevitable that they'll turn away one day. Taking more pieces of confidence that's already a shattered smile upon the face. Standing corrected once the comfort of noticed takes affect. There's no need to pretend bcuz it's all special effects. Made to create a front only the mirror can see through. As living alone for the year of time is most likely chuckles amused. To be reminded of momentary interference before they go back to their prior lives. As if the skip of a rock is anything more than a ripple moving side to side. Far from the center where the impact is depths lingering with an uncertainty of compatible use. Self cannot ignore the voices that refuse to commend a truce. So to listen to the reality of I trapped within is a raw motionless stare. The belief of being wanted just isn't a thought allowed to be bared. As when with others there's still an emptiness pulling from the inner makings of the heart. N there's no need for pity for it's just the way things are. Something's just missing beneath the physical presence of me. I guess my patience gave up as I set myself free. To depend on no one ever again. Caught up in the peacefulness of the cycle attempting to redefine what's been banned...
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