When you realize you are vulnerable. When you realize you can’t be a block of stone. When you fight for all the right things endlessly. And lose yourself in the process.
As much as it makes me feel alive, it kills me slowly too. Wondering how much of it I can take going ahead, but yeah, I think it’s time. To let go.
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it helps to write :)
Maybe. Maybe not. It helps to act. Quick!
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