I knew it from the start.

That this thing is going to get ugly along the way, which it is right now. That this thing is like a sand, the more I hold it tight, the more it slips through my fingers. That this thing is like a ticking bomb, which would explode at one point and I would get the permanent damage because of it. That the flames between us would get me burnt alive.

I have no idea, why every time I open up it hurts. Why is it always at the wrong time and with the¬†wrong person? Guess I never learn…

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