Not allowing yourself to enjoy things fully. Because it's not right, because it should be different, because it's not meant to be.
Sentence fragments. Life fragments.
But again, how could it be wrong when it feels so right?
Which way to go? All my doubts shattered by the candor of a smile.
There are things in life you cannot fake.
Let go, fall off the cliff, or take a fulfilling, though secondhand, path?
I'm mid-fall, not looking back for one second. But I still keep my hand brake on.
"I'm pathetic, ain't I?"
"A bit."
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