It fades away, it fucking does. It fades like dust as if we were never convinced that it was meant to be despite all the "What ifs".
It fades aways, it keeps underestimating all what was meant to be believed in, all what was meant to be passionate about.
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AcakIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
