Here I am with something new and some five year old pain. I can’t pretend anymore that it’s not. Funny how some things never change. I can’t be afraid of heights. Am I taking this shit because a stranger raised some stupid question saying why the hell I am punishing myself ! Gathered enough strength and replied its been 3years one month and a twisted day. All due to my less immunity to kind words .Not really understanding how being in love changes you. Is it called the lost art, or I gained enough guts to to accept it now.


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