We hate forcing ourselves to let go of the person that we want in our lives. It's the only thing that is sensible, it's the same thing that complicates us.
We know that we're better off without that person, yet we feel empty whenever we try to let go. Nobody said it was easy.
We always abandon ourselves in the witherness to conceal our bereavements and illusions. Disintegrating our inclination to something we don't exactly know precedes to self deception.
As we gulp imperfections, our hungry possession grants continuous striving to catch a glimpse of factuality casted by the scenario we are into.
We tend to endure the hardships and the unworthiness of neglected reasons acquainted to us that we constantly exhibit versatility, but nothing we can do to perfectly safeguard our ego.
Is being sunken better than being anguish?
08/01/2009 1914
Pain is a part of Loving, it's the suffering that is optional.... =)
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