We fall and fall, over again. Our wishfulness leaves us broken to the idea of finding what can be ours. And the faulty steps before makes us doubtful of the next steps that could be solid.
Some randoms thoughts that consume me. The good, the bad and the ugly.
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"I love you." Three words, one journey of a lifetime. 5 a.m. Coughing up blood. Hospital room. "We can survive this!" And then everything, somehow, manages to 🆂 🅷 🅰 🆃 🆃 🅴 🆁.
Remind me not to fall in love again.
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