it ends.
too many regrets to continue, too many faults to correct. from the very start, it wasn’t something i didn’t expect. because if a lot of good can be overshadowed, by just a little bad, then a little bit of happiness will definitely fall to a lot of sad. i can’t say that i’m okay yet. maybe in a month or three. but i’ll survive, as always. at least, hopefully. for now, when something gets a little better, i think that everything does. then i remember one thing, and realize that nothing does. this is how it feels to be a house without a door; this is how it feels to be a beach without a shore. robbed of my very core, I’ve forgotten who I am, never felt the departure of even the twenty first gram. don’t worry if i look angry, or if i pretend to be upset. i will make of myself a pariah, because it’s easier to hate than forget.
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