Unsustainable

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We're slowly sinking but neither of us gets the chance to notice. We built so many happy memories in the past, stored them in our hearts as if we could pick one to aid our present wounds. We used them to cover our mistakes, to evade the issues, to ignore each other's tangible betrayals. 

We used our perfect history as if it could sustain our love that slept on tatters and trust we forgot on our doorstep. We are slowly despising who we are because we fed ourselves with comparisons of how we used to be.

 We just love how we used to be. We love how we met. We love how real we were before. We were drugged from returning back. We never take our steps forward anymore. We never resolve our problems by new answers. We became each other's neighborhood despite sleeping on the same bed. 

We stopped loving each other now. We're just pretending we're the same people that hold our entire secrets and mess. We just love our past so much we stopped making new memories now."

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