Let's just say it isn't easy. I could already see what it would be like. But choosing to step back and walk away, is my way of reclaiming my sanity. Not letting myself go through it. I need to be kind to myself first. I can't keep giving till my hands and heart bleed. Walking on egg-shells for a lifetime cannot be a lifestyle. I choose myself again.

I am sorry I cannot be who they want me to be. I am not really sorry, no. 

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