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| Parts of me still wants to tell him how I feel. Its not like he doesn't know, but parts of me still wants to say it to his face. I express it in the way I act with him. Another part of me hates myself for feeling this way, hates myself for getting into this, hates myself for letting him have this power over me. So here it is: my desire to love and feel battles my desire for superiority. I have become powerless in a situation where I should be able to stand firm, and I hate myself for it. I feel very hurt, but at the same time, I am confirming my feelings. I really do mean what I said before. I do care. It is what I want. I want to try. I could never promise forever, that is dangerous, but I do think, at the very least we would have an absolutely lovely time. My two biggest faults: love and pride. They fight. I think pride lost. I suppose I'm happy about that. Of all the faults to have, I think I would choose emotion over all of them. |
| I feel like an old ragdoll. Played with, Used, Carelessly thrown around. Put back on the shelf. Not good enough to have in your day to day life, But with enough memories to keep around. |
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