Sometimes, I push you away because I need you to pull me closer.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit back down. Can’t face me? Turn around.
Bottled up inside are the words I never said, the feelings that I hide, the lines you’ve never read.
I don’t regret my past. I just regret the time I’ve wasted with the wrong people.
Don’t judge the path I choose to take if you haven’t walked the journey I had to make.
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