There is no end to the depth of my misery so why do I prolong it? Why hurl shit at a flower in bloom? Why put words around pain to sneer all the words of joy? Why cover a page in whiteout when a new page makes a cleaner fresh start? Why make duplicate endings if the end is still the same? Why take away from you happiness with memories of my pain? Why ask where you are when you politely told me where you are going?
The ignorant and arrogant will tell you love is easy. Love is like money. I'm not good at the lottery so I hustle hard. See you on the other side.
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