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The numb never falters. It was always there in the back ground, like a buffer between the emotions you hide and the ones you fake.
Wishing only makes this grow and the unrequited feelings and words weigh on you like the burden of a nation.
Is there such a thing as contentment, or is that just another fairy tale spun to ease the pain of searing truth?
Wishing only makes this grow and the unrequited feelings and words weigh on you like the burden of a nation.
Is there such a thing as contentment, or is that just another fairy tale spun to ease the pain of searing truth?