05/11/2015
I feel myself receding into the girl I used to be before him.
And it scares me.
I wasn't strong, I wasn't anything.
The distance put between us by bad choices is wearing me thin.
I'm always asked how I can still end up gravitating towards him after all he's done to me.
The answer is simple: I feel good around him.
Even if I'm furious with him, being in his presence feels good.
It feels as though his hands, those hands that have seen the blood of many a soul, lift everything bad off of me.
In all honesty, I should run as far as I can from him.
He's not a good person. He just makes me feel that way.
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