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I'm not a coward, not even a fighter anymore ! (Re

I'm not a coward, not even a fighter anymore !
(Read Caption) She, not again. I, used to be an athlete on the track, but realised the same role is played by the one at the front of my back. Yes, I'm the one who always runs away from my problem. Perhaps, I don't know anything else beyond that. I'm not afraid to face them, I won't ever. Just I can't anymore, I'm tired of turning back, facing them and showing my tongue. You can't call me a coward, because I fought too long. But I'm not even a fighter anymore today. I'm nothing. Just a vagabond in search of a home. Some say me, you have done it before, you can even do that again. Yes I can, and I did it again. Be proud. 

Isn't it seems so easy, when I said I did it. Wish it could even have been that difficult, but it's far more. But, I'm glad I did something for myself for the very first time. I don't know where it will head me or what will be the result, but atleast I won't blame anyone else at the end. Sometimes it's really important to chose yourself first, you have to in order to do the right thing, may it be the most difficult thing of your life !

Everyone must have heard about broken heart, most have even felt it too close. Let me say you today about being cracked. It's more brutal than being broken. A state where cracks appear all over your soul, but you aren't allowed to break. Before those cracks can turn into scars, they collapse. They won't be called the pieces, but the whit that get mixed with the air. You can't even gather them to re-build yourself back or let anyone.

Aren't these words too heavy to carry? I know they are, just like me. I know I'm too hard, I can't even undone the things I have done, or can't even take my words back that I said whenever I got filled with emotions. I was just trying to become a bit immature and loud to be heard. But I guess, I have just became an old grandma's story, too boring and too irritating after being heard a lot of time. Grandma sometimes forgets that kids grow with time, in the same way I forget people move on with time.
I'm not a coward, not even a fighter anymore !
(Read Caption) She, not again. I, used to be an athlete on the track, but realised the same role is played by the one at the front of my back. Yes, I'm the one who always runs away from my problem. Perhaps, I don't know anything else beyond that. I'm not afraid to face them, I won't ever. Just I can't anymore, I'm tired of turning back, facing them and showing my tongue. You can't call me a coward, because I fought too long. But I'm not even a fighter anymore today. I'm nothing. Just a vagabond in search of a home. Some say me, you have done it before, you can even do that again. Yes I can, and I did it again. Be proud. 

Isn't it seems so easy, when I said I did it. Wish it could even have been that difficult, but it's far more. But, I'm glad I did something for myself for the very first time. I don't know where it will head me or what will be the result, but atleast I won't blame anyone else at the end. Sometimes it's really important to chose yourself first, you have to in order to do the right thing, may it be the most difficult thing of your life !

Everyone must have heard about broken heart, most have even felt it too close. Let me say you today about being cracked. It's more brutal than being broken. A state where cracks appear all over your soul, but you aren't allowed to break. Before those cracks can turn into scars, they collapse. They won't be called the pieces, but the whit that get mixed with the air. You can't even gather them to re-build yourself back or let anyone.

Aren't these words too heavy to carry? I know they are, just like me. I know I'm too hard, I can't even undone the things I have done, or can't even take my words back that I said whenever I got filled with emotions. I was just trying to become a bit immature and loud to be heard. But I guess, I have just became an old grandma's story, too boring and too irritating after being heard a lot of time. Grandma sometimes forgets that kids grow with time, in the same way I forget people move on with time.