I just ripped the teal bracelet off. It was harder than I thought and it even hurt a little.
Me and my symbolic gestures. Even if they only hold meaning to me, at least it's absence will remind me.
Why don't I learn? I should be a cynic ten times over, but no, I keep going.
Is there a point where hope in a hopeless situation becomes a liability?
It stings a little, but I know that I'll be right back in this same place again and again, even if I try to avoid it, it won't let me. It's the same course I've followed time and time again.
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Great work.
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