4 years of the same shit.

I’m in charge of what my heart pumps.

Sadness, anger, guilt, passion, and love.

I’m in charge of the choices I make.

I am in charge of what those choices do.

I’m in charge of the repercussions that come with letting someone in.

I’m in charge of getting them out.

I’m in charge of getting hurt.

I’m in charge of it all.

I’m in charge of curing the wound.

4 candles isn’t enough to disintegrate the pain.

25 of them doesn’t make it better to treat me that way.

There’s a sky full of smaller suns

Why do I still freeze?

Just tell me please.

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