The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : March 4, 2010
Somehow after what has happened I can't seem to look at you the same way. I guess now I understand why some people say when a glass gets broken no matter how hard you try to fix it it's impossible. The saying is indeed apt each time I enter the room. I can't seem to see beyond your momentary of anger, hate, whatever and forgive your words that cut me so deep I bleed within. Growing up here, I always told myself never to allow words to cut me. But reading yours just crumbled me. All I feel is dissappointment and hurt each time I think of it. That after all these years, this is all you have understood of me.
I'm just trying to hold it together till the 14th so that I won't hurt the person who is not related by blood but somehow still manages to detect my sorrows the fastest. The one who came here at the age of 52 to escape from home issues and be with us. The one who makes sure we eat before she does. The one who waits every night for my return home. The only one who waits in fact. Things will be different after the 14th surely. I would just be home less. I've exactly 10 days to bid my farewell. |
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