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Where do I go when you’re not here
Moving on wasn’t what I had in my mind.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
I understand now.
When you think you have thought 2 steps ahead of something in order to control it, you just went into the trap that 2 steps you took to just turn the table around. After that, you think there always be a way out just to comfort yourself from getting hurt with the reality, before you melt down and crushed along side with your dreams. In fact, there was no way out; it’s either you suffer yourself to the agony truth in that trap or take your own life. Nothing will benefit. Life is a losing game.
Note: I hate you, self.
