Abeo

(I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to have somebody believe in you).
...but they don't love you back, I hope someone had told me earlier...
and because the answer was no no and no.

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Channeling my mind's eye through the glass wall is the same commonplace I've seen. All of a sudden desire, will, and all the strength of mind seem to die away. For all that I've put in no less than my entire life, it came to pass too weightless to keep on. I hereby heaved in attempt to revive the significance, but chances are?


I'm starting to see irresponsibilities, from those that were once my role model. I'm starting to see untrustworthiness, from those that were once the closest and dearest. I've come to realisation that everything I once believed in were merely just foolish and naïve thoughts.


There are too much for me to see, to much for me to handle, too dreadful for me to have the thought that you are someone that I will be casting out of my life. Once so close and kin, now all I felt was aversion, towards you, towards the attitude, towards what you have brought me to in this state. A dishearten heart was what you have created, while you don't seem to care. Never understands, never, you never.