There's a sensation of flat. Like everyday has the same low, unfaltering line. Like there's nothing special to complete each day, sort of empty. I have nothing to look forward from day to day. I just keep going out of Fool's Hope.
It always happens. They can go on, I can't. I get stuck, frozen in my past, lost in what I lost. Nothing to lose and no chance to gain a way into the future.
That's the worst thing that can be done. Never underestimate of much or how quickly love can grow in even a short period of time. Just don't, or you'll never understand.
Thanks for hearing me out in maths nikki, even if all it did was make it worse.
I can't escape, yet even though it's killing me inside, I don't think I want to, I must have done something to deserve all this, so I'll see it to the very end.
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