What have I become but a jaded individual? When I continue to experience the loss of different things, it all takes a toll, chipping away at my worn heart. By now, I've already experienced countless nights of simply crying myself to sleep. But each time it happens, I become just a bit more distrustful, just a bit more guarded, just a bit more jaded.
I fear the day if/when I lose the ability to cry.
But maybe it'll never come. I always care too much.
Does pride get in the way of compromise? I think so.
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