What are we holding on to, if we know we’re bound to lose?
Why do, if you know you won’t have?
…anymore.
We’re born into this world with the promise of death. We’re born, completely oblivious, to the idea that everything you once called your own will one day be gone. That blind hope for tomorrow.
That’s a harsh fucking reality.
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I set out to write this post without knowing exactly what I needed to write about.
I just knew i needed to write.
Allow me to indulge myself in this time of need. And if you follow, good. If you’ve already considered pressing that little X. I won’t, or can’t, stop you.
Reality is, the only thing I can truly control are my own actions. Not even my thoughts. My brain fires its synapses at such a rapid rate that all I can truly do is attempt to grasp what these flying invisible words are attempting to tell. Attempt to make sense of them. What’s the story?
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