I know that the bridges that I’ve burned along the way have left me with these walls and these scars that won’t go away and opening up has always been the hardest thing.
Sometimes you want to do something but you wonder what will happen if you do. You want to burn these dirt-crusted bridges you’ve had for a million years but you’re standing there with a burned out torch standing there like a fool. Sometimes you want to let go of everything in your state of mind, and start over clean. Sometimes you want to erase yourself out of someone’s mind, or erase them out of yours. Sometimes you’re the good guy, and sometimes you’re less than innocent. Sometimes you don’t know what to do at all, like you’re stuck in a big void of bubble, and you can’t get out because you’re scared. Sometimes the time is right. Sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes you feel helpless.
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