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15 comments:
This one strikes a chord especially close to me
theres nothing left.
wow, a little lost on this one. someone's interpretation of this please? specifically how it relates to airports?
you can only hurt someone until they leave you... and vice versa.
because it erodes you to nothing, or because you leave, go higher, where it can't reach you
it's not called "walking out on you" anymore. i straight out ran out that door the second i saw an escape. it's not that i don't love you anymore, i do. it's that you don't love me at all. you never did. it was impossible to admit the first time, hard to accept the second time, but now it's like air coursing through my lungs. be someone else's because you were never mine.
please come to me,to you,to us.
i'm so sorry i let you go.
i where disturbt by noise,stress and my anger did came out that way.
you know thats far away from me.
sorry i could not,butt i will have your love,lasting a lifetime....
i wouldn't lissen while i was listening,i could'nt see while i where looking eyes wide open.
my mind played tricks on me.
can you forgive or would you let go.
Or it could be, you can only hurt someone when the reason being is also gone. If you relate it to airports, it's like, truly hurting someone because you come back and there's nothing to come back to.
Fly away from it. Or kick them the spit into a jet and send them flying.
There is only so much hurt that can be escaped by plane and disappearance. The truth: there is never an escape. They will find new victims. And you will always have a villain; someone intentionally or carelessly cruel. The hurt never ends.
And don't go fading away; don't let go. The real pain is in the nothing, the cold of the lonely soul- that's where no one hurts you but you. In the blackness of the emptiness, with nowhere left to escape to.
(So don't go running away unless you know what you're running to.)
We all have our limits.
airports will always be a place of memories, love, goodbyes and etc...
You can hurt someone as long as they have feeling for you. Once the feeling is gone, you can not hurt them anymore. So there's nothing left to hurt.
So true. One way. Booked.
She and I were very close. Then we got into a fight and neither of us could put our pride or ego aside to make peace.
She died unexpectedly yesterday.
I could call him between crying my eyes out. He always knows what to say. He always gives me the best advice. He always makes me laugh. I love him. Yet my stupid, stubborn pride won't let me dial his number. Go figure.
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