It is almost uncanny how I allow myself to fall in and out of patterns. I exhaust myself with indecision. I so easily come undone. I truly suffer from loneliness and it is completely self-inflicted. Such irony.
I miss things that I once despised. I build such high walls that I'm unable to see the other side. I'm a frightened child who's only desire is to fall with tear filled eyes into mommy's arms. Such sensitivity.
I ache to be loved but shun it at the drop of a hat. I desire to be a woman of grace but participate in lewd behavior that reflects no such respect on my personality. I crave respect but never seem to give it in return. Such failure.
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