Monday, November 12

Confrontation

One of the many things I'm not good at.
I know it's going to happen, I'll make sure of it.
I'm just so so so scared.
In fact, I can't seem to talk at all.
I can't stop thinking about the worst things.
I just want to forget everything.
I can't talk at all.
Because as soon as I open my mouth, tears start to fall.
I'll ask you one last time.
An ultimatum, me or the rest of the world.

And if you ask me to wait...I will.
But I'm begging you, don't ask me to do this again.
If you love me at all, please just let me go.

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