some things are left unsaid, unnoticed, untouched.
and it's fun, it's interesting, but it's also difficult.
getting caught up in the attempt at deciphering the mind, the thoughts, the feelings.
it's a dangerous art, but once you become an expert at it you reduce the amount of problems.
but for me, it's difficult sometimes. and i am also hard to read.
i am not an open book, to anyone.
i don't want to be.
and i am not going to change for you.
you are just a person i love.
you are not my controller, nor do i abide by your rules.
i have my own.
you can't tell me what i can or can't do.
i learnt the difference between right and wrong from my father, so don't try to change that.
i don't appreciate it.
i'm done fighting, every night.
love, x.
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