I thought I could isolate myself from the world, in a city exploding with people.
I imagined I could escape the bitterness and hold on to the true sincerity of who I used to be.
I dreamt I could do it all alone and never ask for help.
I envisioned the fairytale and glorified the fantasy.
I thought happiness was just something I was never working hard enough for.
I believed my brain worked differently and that was okay.
I wanted a piece of mind that I would never find.
I have thought over the past much too often.
I have been too nice, too mean, too harsh and too slow to pick up the lessons that have fallen in my lap.
I pick the wrong people at the wrong times.
I let the thoughts sit for much too long.
I thought I could go it alone.
I was wrong.
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