Walking on broken glass and eggshells for the past few years.
Afraid of the unknown.
Minutes, seconds , and hours of the day revolve around your inconsiderate ways.
With a blink of an eye, your words cut me in half and leave me in another panic attack .
Controlled by the uncontrolled.
Always wanting me to leave you alone.
Conditional and stipulation is not the way it should go.
Compassion and empathy is a character flaw you display with me.
Sneaking , and seeking what you vow not too do, only to turn around and caught you.
Trying to find some balence, can't take anymore of this spite and malace.
Commited to braking the rules .
I call truce, and I am leaving this duel.
©number14
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