Tuesday, April 13, 2010


Sometimes animosity from the past overpowers my body like a parasite and makes me bitter inside. Why does the past affect me so much? Even though I know that reminiscing about the people that hurt me will only breathe life into wounds that are healing, I always find myself trying to figure out why people do the things they do. In the process, all my wounds become fresh. It has become a viscous cycle now. A cycle that  is sadly self-inflicted….

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