A Midnight Ballet Story

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Friday, November 12, 2010 @ 10:46 PM

I stopped. I’m trying hard to stop and one day I will.
I don’t think you will ever love me anyway.

And what’s left for me?
Nothing but memories to hide, strength to falter, tears to cry.

I had enough.

I don’t wish to be responsible for my heart anymore. I had, once and for all, enough.