I give up. I can't continue to let myself be built up on hopes, promises and pretty words. When I come to realize that it was a monument of nothingness that was built beneath me, the fall is too great. I can't keep trying to recover.
It may seem as if I haven't tried, and that's true, maybe I don't have much experience on my resume. But its supposed to be quality over quantity, right? I've worn my heart on my sleeve too often, and too many times I've let myself fall too fast, too hard, too intensely. I can't let someone in, continue to give of myself; the pieces I've given have been to big, I'm running out of me.
You win.
Enclosed is my white flag.
It may seem as if I haven't tried, and that's true, maybe I don't have much experience on my resume. But its supposed to be quality over quantity, right? I've worn my heart on my sleeve too often, and too many times I've let myself fall too fast, too hard, too intensely. I can't let someone in, continue to give of myself; the pieces I've given have been to big, I'm running out of me.
You win.
Enclosed is my white flag.
Sincerely,
TheRose
Did you hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?...
I am the Rose.
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