it never gets any easier. being alone has it's ups and downs and i can feel this moment of weakness like a cold wind cutting through to the bone.
but do i miss them or the idea of what they stood for, for me?
i'd rather have a life much unlike mine, but similar enough to know it wasn't a complete lie. gotta start pumping the heartbrakes on this one.
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