No right answer. No real truth. When the only way out is with time, life slows to a grind and everything becomes unbearably still.
Waiting in uncertainty is so much worse than loss.
Hope (false), trust (misplaced), love (facade), despair (useless)
When you already know you’re following a pointless road why is it so hard to leave behind?
It’d be better to be alone than waste away like this, but treading these familiar steps has some irresistible allure and I can never bring myself to stop.
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