Break me or leave me be.

Bad memory is so aggressive that it knocks down the good memory, stands on the top, stares at me with a evil smile. I want to rescue the good memory but I am so scared to be close the bad memory again, more conversation more arguments. I have to walk away from them both.

I was very soft as a play doh, being shaped in many figures, I thought that was the only way to make people happy, I kept ignoring my real feeling and was mad at myself that I could not do things in the old way. Finally I am tired, I want to be something I want to be. Now the play doh is dry, either break me or leave me be.

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