An hour ago, he called, we argued, I started to cry and I managed to heave through my tears that I couldn't talk to him anymore. I hung up. He called three times back to back, left two voicemails. Sniffling, I made my way to my knees and clasped my hands together in prayer. I asked that HE allow me to move on, to grant me the strength to let this go for sanity's sake and to help me love being me because if I can't how can I love anyone else?
I'm stuck inside this glass while I look around at all the happenings around me, partly because I'm hung up on one person who seems to desire seeing me miserable. Fourth time's a charm? No?
I'm stuck inside this glass while I look around at all the happenings around me, partly because I'm hung up on one person who seems to desire seeing me miserable. Fourth time's a charm? No?
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