I know this part
It's the part where I say thank you and move on
But I can't.
It's the part where my sense of self-preservation should kick in
But it doesn't.
So I run.
I run towards the pain. And wonder why I cannot find a way out.
Why I cannot accept it for what it is.
Because I'm stubborn. And headstrong. And all those other things that make me ME.
And the very things that make me strong, now make me weak.
