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One person, a thousand memories, millions of feelings, billions of pain. I left some things unspoken, unsaid and untold. I thought it was a great idea, but to be honest, it's really not. Typically, I just don't want anyone to see me weak or hurt. Aggression got me. And everyday I was like I got into the stages of cancer, one by one. "A pinch in one's heart is more painful than a day of toothache." I made my way out by looking for other things in this world we live in - anything, just to get out of my own resistance. It's hard because for a fact, we all know we couldn't fight ourselves at times. The ultimate battle is within ourselves. The silence I embraced for a long time had made things more deafening, and I don't know how that is. But I'm pretty much sure it didn't get any better. I suck at saying people how I truly feel, I suck at showing them what I want to do and I definitely suck at expressing my real emotions, feelings and words that I desire for them to know. I guess I suck at life. I can say, it was late when I got into small realizations of "I should have" and "I might have" God, time and movie nights was all part of the "moving on" part. Some people told me I lost the battle, and I lost much. But did I? Just because I was too weak that I didn't take the risk? Just because I sucked at saying how I truly feel? Or just because I didn't fight for that one person? If they all knew what thoughts, feelings and emotions I have carried in my heart, they would know how I desired much and how I wanted to fight more, it was more than words...
My Final Word
