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They’re hard, it’s life. Sometimes they end badly, rarely goodly—what’s left? Uncertainty. Perhaps from one end, hardly ever both. Loose ends? I’m unsure. My tightrope isn’t unraveling.
Almost piteous, never angry. I hate to see crumbs when there wasn’t a reason to crumble.
Break-ups. They’re hard, it’s life.
Almost piteous, never angry. I hate to see crumbs when there wasn’t a reason to crumble.
Break-ups. They’re hard, it’s life.
But it is never, ever ever ever, over. (:
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