everyday bleed

i am an island.

i've had many people come and go in my life. apart from my parents, only a few have every seen me cry, shout, yell, get angry. even when i wanted to, i never did. because that wouldn't be right.

the only feelings that i let myself feel were not mine. but i, too, was a man, and i had feelings that bled through the everyday indifference.

but an island doesn't have feelings of its own. that was the problem.

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this is my confession. the second one.

i don't know when it's okay to be selfish.

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