It must be madness, the way we let things devour us.
The horror of it all is we stay attracted to everything that hurts, we cling to it and never really learn to let go.
perhaps we're not deserving of happiness.
we desire to keep the pain close. close enough to destroy us.
close enough to define us and close enough to make us feel a little less cold.
People don't hurt us, our hope from them hurts us.
Perhaps I just shouldn’t hope.
Perhaps I just shouldn’t hope.
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