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I'm losing myself on this one, they tell me they want that old me back but I'm not even sure who he is, its hit & miss obviously and how ironic is it? So exquisite, how when it rains it pours these war wounds cut me deep....I'm good at covering up my own truths so in the end I'm subject to my own abuse, I need treatment from me because to be honest that's why I'm single not because it was them but it actually had everything to do with me. The first step in rehab is acceptance and I accept who I appear to be, a broken man internally so that organ donor, that transfusion was necessary I can see straight my vision is still blurry but I can't help it at times when it comes to relationships I'm always in a hurry even tho I rehearsed to myself be easy, fall back, take it slow...but Im a cancer I wear my heart on my sleeve I know but I can't and wont let that part of me go, to myself I'm still the only one that I have yet to gain the strength to say NO...