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I'm going to find out what I'm good at or make myself good at something, if not the best.

Fleeting

After all it was my fault. For fear that my truths would cause harm and chaos, I remained a pacifist. Perhaps it was just the fact that I trust myself and only myself when it comes to all things under the sun. I didn't know what I was doing. I did not know who I was with. The introduction was part of the body and the conclusion came to a sudden, rushed halt. We were supposed to be a prose, but we tread too carefully with flowery words of sunshines and rainbows like a sonnet. Even a presentation prepared as it was being delivered would not be a success.

Shards, still surviving, it stings whenever something, someone, somewhere somehow makes it beat as loud as before. I was better off on my own. I never needed anyone. The acquisition of a vast new set of bedazzled memories was exciting, then harmful. That moment when you're the deer in the headlights and a rush runs through all of you and your life flashes right before your eyes. You are paralyzed. I was paralyzed. My own train of thought hit me and I was able to save myself

The better days lifted me to where I thought I belong. The bitter days were too heavy and unnecessary. Alone, I was good and happy. I've had my own share of extremes. I never needed anyone. The kiss was overwhelming. Perhaps that's true for both parties. It was true for me. The kill came before the hunt. At first, I thought it was a game. I played too far. I'm sorry.