Please don't do this to me, I plead you. 

Don't take my hand to leave me in the middle of nothing. Please stop making me feel like there's something when we both know clearly that there's none. It's not fair. You're not making any sense. Please stop treating me like I'm someone special when I know that there's no other person who wishes me to stay away more than you. 

Please don't do this to me, I beg you.

I'm not as strong as everybody think I am. I think twice. I waver. I'm not as firm with my decisions as I always make myself to be, because truth is: I am liking what you're doing. I am beginning to love how it feels to have you around, and I fear that I'm getting used to it again.

Please don't this to me, have mercy.

I am in no position to push you away, nor am I in the position to cling on to you. But you are making it seem like I can do both. 

Please don't this to me.

Please be fair.

Please Don't.

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I'm running around in circles and it's getting more and more difficult. Everytime I see you, a battle inside me happens that I couldn't quite figure out what to do. Ridden by guilt or driven by conscience, I don't think I can ever understand just what I am supposed to do with you around.

You're difficult. You constantly push me away but when I'm ready to take the steps on my own, you'll pull me back aggressively. If that is not unfair, I don't know what is. Unconsciously or not, you're playing with my emotions that I'm now a whirlwind of uncertainty.

I want to ask you to stop doing this to me, but I know I'll miss it if you don't.
See how crazy I have become now?

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