Life has somehow began to feel like an old lover I never fell out of love with; a lover that is happy elsewhere thus has left me bitter with longing. I mock it, curse it and silently cry at night hoping the tears would leave my eyes along with the misery. In a perpetual state of questioning my existence. I am blinking the years away and yet…I don’t feel a day over yesterday.
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