I really was trying...
...to make it work in my own way.
I guess it’s time to face reality. You showed me that I can still care about something that makes letting your go all that much harder; and it’s losing you that makes me realize there must be some small part of that inocent child still inside me.
I was foolish enough to think that things would always be good, but they’re not.
They’re worse, much worse…
Normally having a target would make me feel good, give me a direction, a sense of purpose, but now… it means nothing, and I don’t know what’s going to make me feel better.
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