I hate it when I see you like this, unable to stand up and scream. And you don't try to make it less painful. You're not making it bearable because you simply can't bear it. But who am I to judge or argue about taking the best decision out of all the possibilities when I myself can't?
Living is not as easy as siting on a fence and waiting for the wind to whistle a happy song. Living is all the shitty stuff we've been doing. And just when you think it's over, there comes another one.
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