Left with no reasons, I left. Slowly taking babysteps away. I left. Almost. But I don't know why the train suddenly reversed. Was it something that scared me off from walking straight. What caused me to run back? I'm lost. I'm confused. What am I feeling? I've always lost in these games. I want to win this time. I tried so hard. I almost succeeded. Putting up a strong front. Chucking all the questions I wanted to ask to the back of my mind. Slowly, one after another. I can't stop the questions anymore. I need to stop. I need to move.
Move on. To the next station, or at least. Towards the next, to the future. A better one.
thosewords.theyhurtsomuch.meansomuch.theresuddenlywasafeelingofhatred.
You knew me best, I bet you don't. I knew you best, I 'm sure I don't.
Hate is always easier to put down than love.
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