resigned

It's stuff like this, that makes me think of how trivial everything is.

Who once said, "Let's live?"

That was me.

Damn.

I want to feel like that again.

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I want to tell you, that...everything will be okay.

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Some scars will never fade.

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Everything about you makes me feel resigned.
Resigned about the fact that I loved you.
Resigned about the fact that I can't do anything about it.
Resigned about the fact that I'm not in control.
Resigned about the fact that I can't quit.
Resigned about the fact that you will never feel the same.

But under skinned knees and the skid marks...

There is no reason for me to hide.