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             All the knocking was echoing  down on the stairs along his worthless apologies

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             All the knocking was echoing  down on the stairs along his worthless apologies.

       I ... just sat down leaning against the door with my head between my knees, knowing that if I hear any of his sweet talks everything will be forgot and i will open the door,that leads to another time full with fake smiles and real pain, without second thoughts. With my back I can  feel all the vibrations of his knocking out of rhythm,something that gave away his desperation. 

      I did maybe one of the hardest thing that night...i was in need to remember me, maybe for times in raw, that what i was doing it was for my best,that If I relapse now I will get back in the state where I let thing to bother me in silence, not letting my feeling to ruin my makeup for whoever know how much time,until snapping again ,harder then the last time.the breaking point was when,with every knocking, in my mind  joyful memories of he and I will come,knock,the every walk in the park,knock, the first time we drank together from the same smoothie,knock,our first anniversary ,but fortunate right when i wanted to open the door for him to enter,a neighbor opened up and started screaming moment when I startled,and thank to God that it was not my father.I verified the sight he was goon~Good! I don't need him.~I said while wiping my eye.I got in bed ,I forgot to switch in my pajamas,forgot to wash the makeup that was already allover my face, forgot all that happened ,I was just tired.

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