I lost myself in wanting to be with you.
To be better is all I was after.
In the end, I failed to see,
I was only growing in a distant parallel to you.
Mimicking the footsteps you're taking
Which has all been a craft of my imagination.
22. I write about dailies, feelings, and any random stuff I can think of.
Other precautions on reading personal blogs/diaries: "...At the best and even unexpurgated, diaries give a distorted or one-sided portrait of the writer..." - L. Woolf
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