I kept grasping at nothing. Ideas and fantasies slipped right through my fingers, because they weren’t real and we very much were. The past is a painful place that can steal me for days. I know, and I have suffered, and I don’t need more suffering from everybody else. These are the traces in my emotions, what people think they understand but they can’t. It is the most terrifying, the kind that does not leave me for a long time. And even if I survived, I’ll never be the same again. I don't believe in myself anymore, but I pray that during those time you believed in me.
'Feeling the tension, feeling the stress i have got a notion i want to confess...'
I kept grasping at nothing. Ideas and fantasies slipped right through my fingers, because they weren’t real and we very much were. The past is a painful place that can steal me for days. I know, and I have suffered, and I don’t need more suffering from everybody else. These are the traces in my emotions, what people think they understand but they can’t. It is the most terrifying, the kind that does not leave me for a long time. And even if I survived, I’ll never be the same again. I don't believe in myself anymore, but I pray that during those time you believed in me.
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