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There's no hope for us now.

By Katie MarsonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I won't ever allow him to the know the truth. Letting him in any further would only do damage to myself. He already has found my weaknesses. I see him staring into my eyes, likes he's looking through a glass window. There isn't much left to the person I thought I use to be. I'm just a blank canvas raw, empty, waiting to be created. I am slowly finding myself, defining myself by the shadow of him. I feel the heat on me now. Is there any excitement left in me, how can I break free of his stare, he's waiting on me to let go, to make a move. But I don't, the only thing he sees now is a reflection of himself. He tore me and rebuilt me into someone that he doesn't even like. There's no hope for us now.

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