As this ink runs, the paper stains with words.
Words that may hurt you or me because my emotions are the ink.
Months ago, I was stucked with a problem of indecisiveness.
I usually make decisions that'll favor others even when I know I'll hurt myself in the process. But I never cared as long as the other person benefits greatly from these decisions.
This seems like love but it's zero percent self-love. I can't save others from being sad and when I'm sad, no one saves me.
Now getting straight to the point I'm trying to make.
Few months ago, I was caught up in a dilemma. I had to make the hardest decision ever.
Whenever you tell me you love me, I weep within. Why?
Because everytime I say same, I get attached.
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