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"i realise that when i look back i have found this apparent pull of solitary walks, of which i've continued to ignore with this inherent need for company. perhaps again my barest was for the wrong person, its led to jealousy and envy and i really don't like the way it always happens with the same two persons. but i have learnt, to keep distances despite being myself, that i can't commit to being with people i choose to be with when their level of commitance isn't the same. i suppose its called to love at an arm's length." you know, tennis players, some of them have this weird habit of avoiding the courtlines while taking a walk to hit their serves or something along those lines. because it supposedly pays to be safe than to be sorry. having to avoid these lines all the time during games, is tiring. really, really tiring. having to consistently return good shots is no different too. gritting their teeth to put up a brave front in front of a tough arthur ashe crowd, not knowing what other weapons the opponent has in the bag, and it takes much to want to let go. i guess it isn't always about tennis. but then again, maybe the fault just lies with the tennis player. so just stop playing tennis and quit like tim henman when you know you can't take it anymore. performed 00:03 ©
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